Not all fate is written in the pages of a book.
Starlet of my deceitful skies…
The final act has not yet closed its curtains.
The cursed poison cannot claim you yet!
Not when our bond burns so bright,
Not when I have just found someone to perform for…
You cannot tell me all is pointless;
Apathy is for the damned, the selfish saints!
You are rather the brightest star in the whole galaxy,
The sun to my darkness of lies and deception…
How can I save you from the burning salt,
The problem to the solution of your pain?
How can I tell you how much you matter,
How much I need you to stay by my side?
A day for our connection to blossom is absurdly short;
But I am not one to care,
Not when my heart lurches for you,
Every time your pretty mouth opens…
Your imagination is as wild as mine,
A quality lost in a sea of monotony.
Against hueless stalks of beings!
I wish I was more powerful…
I wish you did not have to suffer this pain for me…
Tell me, the beings that forsook me!
How should I let go if needed?
How should I hold on all the time,
If I cannot tell the person I crave to be with sweet little half-truths?
Do not give up, ma chérie…
Do not leave me to rot in deceit’s suffocating miasma…
Because of your guiding light,
The truth seems not as scarring as it was before.
can you believe i wrote this when i was bored at three in the morning
poem based on me and my friend’s too angsty roleplays with Shamils and my oc lowkey… i hope you like it 🥹👉👈✨