The Book Of NaeHara

you.

summary: shuichi writes a poem about makoto for his birthday. he'll never show him, though.
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you.
by shuichi saihara.

you, always saying you were average.
but you always stood out.

you, going out of your way to be friends with everyone who didn't like you.
but you always succeeded.

me, who you somehow saw past your beautifully blinding light, past my off-putting everything.

you, saying that you didn't like yourself very much.
but you're too good for god.

you, crying and giving thanks for being a friend.
but it hurt because more was wanted.

me, who you cared about, for some unfathomable reason.

you, smiling with eyes that could only be described as an experience.
but they were for one undeserving pair alone.

you, causing a heart to scream against a rib cage in blissful agony.
but it was returned by yours.

me, who didn't have the words, but said it anyway.

your hands, on my (lonely, imprisoning) chest.

your lips, on my (sick, disgusting) ones.

your love, on my (shameful, self-inflicted) scars.

you, makoto naegi.

me, shuichi saihara.

i want to say how much you mean, but i can't.

i want to propose to you one day, but i'm scared of what you'll say.

i love you.

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happy birthday to makoto. i wonder if this style is okay...