When he says it's all my fault he means it like a promise, like a compliment, and he says it with a reverence my ears can’t hear.
To me it sounds like an accusation, like a crime. He stole everything I wouldn’t teach him in the night, pulled it from my lips, with his lips, and left his own marks in return.
And I can’t pinpoint the exact moment that he passed me, but every step he takes beyond tugs at my chest as if we were joined by a string.
He looks back with every step, and the look in his eyes, the taunting edge that screams better than you, just might be whispering thank you with hesitance that I’ll never believe.
And it leaves me wondering, why he would even still be looking.
FILL: Team Nishinoya Yuu/Tanaka Ryuunosuke Rated: G
Poem; 19 lines
When he says it's all my fault
he means it like a promise, like a compliment,
and he says it
with a reverence my ears can’t hear.
To me it sounds like an accusation,
like a crime. He stole everything I wouldn’t teach him
in the night, pulled it from my lips,
with his lips,
and left his own marks in return.
And I can’t pinpoint the exact moment
that he passed me,
but every step he takes beyond tugs
at my chest as if we were joined by a string.
He looks back with every step, and the look in his eyes,
the taunting edge that screams better than you,
just might be whispering thank you
with hesitance that I’ll never believe.
And it leaves me wondering,
why he would even still be looking.