Fan fic: 49 song inspirations [13]
Project: 49 song inspirations
Title: Marks #13
Song: Your Own Disaster by Taking Back Sunday
Author: Mika (bleeding_jaws)
Band: Miyavi (solo), Dir En Grey
Pairing: Miyavi x Kyo
Rating: PG15
Genre: Angst
Chapters: one shot / drabble
Warning: None
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone at all. No matter whom they are or where they are.
Summary: Just a few of the many things that blocks your mind.
Comments: Came to me walking home, again (chuckles). Been a log time since I wrote on this project. Cause I started Blank sheets. So yeah. Well. Also, I think I am going a bit back to my preferable writing style, with few people and not having to mention names. I just love to write that way somewhat. Anyway. Hope you’ll enjoy this one and comment ! Btw, all I write is weird lately (huffs)...
01 Friendship, 02 Hollow Pain, 03 For Now, 04 Idiot Love, 05 I Am All That's Left, 06 Emergency Room, 07 Death Is Calling My Name, 08 Chocolate Treat, 09 Beginning, 10 Alive And Flying, 11 Love Like Hate, 12 Hope, 13 Marks, 14 Filthy Pure, 15 Up Against The Wall, 16 Insomnia, 17 The end, 18 Dream
I’m just one of the many cuts and scars adorned upon your chest. Just another something cluttering up your show.
You deny me all in one breathe. A hand trembling on your rather broad shoulder. Desperately trying to pull you back. But you shrug it off. Stalking back to your apartment of the darkest solitude one can find. Easily, without a second thought I am left behind. Like I did not exist in your life. We never were. Just a few of the many things that blocks your mind. Something vulnerable and fragile. Without a problem you discard of me. Of us.
I dare you to forget all the mark you’ve left across my neck. On those nights when we were at our best. Nothing else mattered as I’d whisper sweet “I love you”. Your smug grin. Locking lips. Swallowed moans. Slow thrusts. Passionate you showing me your love in the only way you knew how to.
Did you enjoy it? Hurting me. Playing with my deep emotions. Watching tears trail down from harsh words you’d speak. Your mocking laugh. Loud shouts that would send unpleasant shivers down my spine. Twisted soul, did you enjoy my distorted expressions and choked voice? Was it as much fun for you as it was painful for me? Fucked up mind, and I loved that. Still do.
It’s not so simple to forget how my candy sweet love turned to daggers shredding all that I am.
And all the things I’ll never know. Like how you were only afraid. Or how you broke down as soon as your front door was locked. On your hands and knees. In the confinement of what you called home. Sobbing ‘sorry’ along with my name. Like the thoughts of past mistakes haunted you. All you could never speak of. How painful each breathe you took stung so gracefully in your capable lungs. Suffering just cause you were alive.
I never knew. Will never know. Cause you never told me.
I don’t think you know what you’ve been missing as you sink deeper downwards in your pool of ancient memories. Things that don’t matter.
I never got to know.
All you left were painful marks across my neck. All I’d give to just forget.
Title: Marks #13
Song: Your Own Disaster by Taking Back Sunday
Author: Mika (bleeding_jaws)
Band: Miyavi (solo), Dir En Grey
Pairing: Miyavi x Kyo
Rating: PG15
Genre: Angst
Chapters: one shot / drabble
Warning: None
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone at all. No matter whom they are or where they are.
Summary: Just a few of the many things that blocks your mind.
Comments: Came to me walking home, again (chuckles). Been a log time since I wrote on this project. Cause I started Blank sheets. So yeah. Well. Also, I think I am going a bit back to my preferable writing style, with few people and not having to mention names. I just love to write that way somewhat. Anyway. Hope you’ll enjoy this one and comment ! Btw, all I write is weird lately (huffs)...
01 Friendship, 02 Hollow Pain, 03 For Now, 04 Idiot Love, 05 I Am All That's Left, 06 Emergency Room, 07 Death Is Calling My Name, 08 Chocolate Treat, 09 Beginning, 10 Alive And Flying, 11 Love Like Hate, 12 Hope, 13 Marks, 14 Filthy Pure, 15 Up Against The Wall, 16 Insomnia, 17 The end, 18 Dream
I’m just one of the many cuts and scars adorned upon your chest. Just another something cluttering up your show.
You deny me all in one breathe. A hand trembling on your rather broad shoulder. Desperately trying to pull you back. But you shrug it off. Stalking back to your apartment of the darkest solitude one can find. Easily, without a second thought I am left behind. Like I did not exist in your life. We never were. Just a few of the many things that blocks your mind. Something vulnerable and fragile. Without a problem you discard of me. Of us.
I dare you to forget all the mark you’ve left across my neck. On those nights when we were at our best. Nothing else mattered as I’d whisper sweet “I love you”. Your smug grin. Locking lips. Swallowed moans. Slow thrusts. Passionate you showing me your love in the only way you knew how to.
Did you enjoy it? Hurting me. Playing with my deep emotions. Watching tears trail down from harsh words you’d speak. Your mocking laugh. Loud shouts that would send unpleasant shivers down my spine. Twisted soul, did you enjoy my distorted expressions and choked voice? Was it as much fun for you as it was painful for me? Fucked up mind, and I loved that. Still do.
It’s not so simple to forget how my candy sweet love turned to daggers shredding all that I am.
And all the things I’ll never know. Like how you were only afraid. Or how you broke down as soon as your front door was locked. On your hands and knees. In the confinement of what you called home. Sobbing ‘sorry’ along with my name. Like the thoughts of past mistakes haunted you. All you could never speak of. How painful each breathe you took stung so gracefully in your capable lungs. Suffering just cause you were alive.
I never knew. Will never know. Cause you never told me.
I don’t think you know what you’ve been missing as you sink deeper downwards in your pool of ancient memories. Things that don’t matter.
I never got to know.
All you left were painful marks across my neck. All I’d give to just forget.