Used To You
Title: Used To You
Genre: Angst
Pairing: Sakuraiba
Rating: PG
12 years. I have gotten used to you.
Used to your light laughter when you hit me lightly on the head,
Your gleaming eyes and perfect smile.
Used to the look of concentration on your face,
Your serious attitude when you report the news.
Used to your pouting face,
Your feigned stupidity and imperfections.
Used to your constant nagging,
Your huge, heavy bag when we travel, just in case I forgot something.
Used to your soft comforting words,
Your patting of my head when I cry for some unfortunate animal.
Used to your messiness,
Your unpacked room and unwashed dishes.
Used to the loud music you blast into your ears,
Your voice belting out the latest rap you have writing.
Used to your "I'm home"
Your "Chesuto" and "Maximum Umai"
Used to your incense like fragrance,
Your musky sweat and after shave.
Used to your sloping shoulders,
Your well toned muscles and warm embrace.
Used to your breath on my skin,
Your morning kiss before brushing your teeth.
Used to your breathless moans,
Your urgent touches and chanting of my name.
Used to your half hearted lies,
Your hasty cover ups and guilty twitch of your eyes.
Used to your betrayals,
Your apologies and apologetic kisses...
......
But I am still trying to get used to your not being here,
Not having your warmth, your touch, or even your lies.
Please teach me how to get used to the pain in my heart,
The ache in my mind, my body, my soul,
When you say your last goodbye.
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Author's note: I was really bored lately, and I haven't posted anything for a long time. So I tried something new and here is the result...massive fail...nevertheless, i will still post it up...
comments, will be loved...
Genre: Angst
Pairing: Sakuraiba
Rating: PG
12 years. I have gotten used to you.
Used to your light laughter when you hit me lightly on the head,
Your gleaming eyes and perfect smile.
Used to the look of concentration on your face,
Your serious attitude when you report the news.
Used to your pouting face,
Your feigned stupidity and imperfections.
Used to your constant nagging,
Your huge, heavy bag when we travel, just in case I forgot something.
Used to your soft comforting words,
Your patting of my head when I cry for some unfortunate animal.
Used to your messiness,
Your unpacked room and unwashed dishes.
Used to the loud music you blast into your ears,
Your voice belting out the latest rap you have writing.
Used to your "I'm home"
Your "Chesuto" and "Maximum Umai"
Used to your incense like fragrance,
Your musky sweat and after shave.
Used to your sloping shoulders,
Your well toned muscles and warm embrace.
Used to your breath on my skin,
Your morning kiss before brushing your teeth.
Used to your breathless moans,
Your urgent touches and chanting of my name.
Used to your half hearted lies,
Your hasty cover ups and guilty twitch of your eyes.
Used to your betrayals,
Your apologies and apologetic kisses...
......
But I am still trying to get used to your not being here,
Not having your warmth, your touch, or even your lies.
Please teach me how to get used to the pain in my heart,
The ache in my mind, my body, my soul,
When you say your last goodbye.
--------------------------
Author's note: I was really bored lately, and I haven't posted anything for a long time. So I tried something new and here is the result...massive fail...nevertheless, i will still post it up...
comments, will be loved...