and it makes him wonder, sometimes, why a laugh is so similar to a cry.

he doesn't know which to pick, and he doesn't bother to try.

when all humans know is to decide and discern,

while he embraces the infinite,

they don't bother to learn.

while they're sniping, confused, disillusioned,

he's got grand dreams, a goal, a conclusion.

he'll show them what's wrong, and why he's right.

it never occurred to him that he'd go down without a fight.

but it never chanced his mind, either, that things could go like this,

in his perfect works, Ryuuzaki was truly a twist.

for he was the opponent he'd face, the lover he'd hate, the ache that never ceased.

the shock of his flaws, the refusal of his perfection, his arrogance deceased.



(theworld)crashcrashcrushed(around his ample shoulders).



&fixed in one's ways, the human will,

is, stupidly, stronger than diamonds and steel.

like all humans, he was convinced, self-sure,

like all humans, he'd fight to the death, to find the cure.

as did his counterpart, blow for blow,

the fruitless rat race, never slow.

his alias, his one, his life lean and lithe,

was also a human, L was, like a knife.

sharp, thin and strong, awesome in ways,

but the rust and blood can never wash away.

we're all born innocent and we'd like to stay that way,

but who among us, truthfully, can never sway?

however, I digress, although really it's the same

the battle they both fight and the world that never came.

the open-book, exclaiming savior, the hunched up, curled, unwitting liar.

L lied, believe it or not, to the one above all,

who'd've thought, they both could fall.

heaven and Satan, God and hell,

and woefully, nobody could tell:

that without the other, both were as good as dead,

and their hearts stopped before their heads, on its deathbed.

it was admirable, pathetically, while it lasted.

but when L died, only one glance he casted.

for while he loved, Raito could not bear,

to give something he could not share.

ironically, that's what L thought too.

& again, who'd've known this was never true.

for here's a secret, that neither of them knew:

only humans can love to the full.

they can fight needlessly, die emptily,

one thing they can't do is stand like a tree.

but only leaves taste freedom, flying in the dark abyss,

to God-knows-where, but isn't that bliss?

and Raito realizes, along with his partner,

the right that God had forsaken; to love one another.

as their lips meet, he discovers mildly:

he's never felt more alive, isn't it funny?

black eyes show emotion, for the first time in their death,

like blossoming into winter air, he's never felt more out of breath.







(( arrrgh skipped school today.

SHUT UP, CONSCIENCE. ))

Edit'D;. Here are the cutscenes that didn't make it into the final, revised version of the poem:

1.) he smiles with comprehension, brown eyes matching black,

and pulls him into a heated kiss, they're never going back.

2.) tired with the race, Raito gives up perfectionism.

they finally share their forbidden love, with no fear of rejection.

3.) black or white, wrong or right, it's all the same.

for that world always came.

I intend to use 3 for another poem :)

Hope you liked this one. I might've been too on-the-nose with the lovey-dovey ness of it all but HEY WHO CARES.


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[Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind;
And therefore is winged Cupid, painted blind. ~♥]