Day 1 of writing about One Piece Characters and not say who
You can tell by the way the room tightens
that hesitation gets people killed.
Silence doing most of the talking.
He smells like disinfectant and regret,
like blood washed too many times
from skin that remembers anyway.
Every look he gives feels measured,
as if he’s already decided
how much loss he can afford today.
He doesn’t raise his voice.
There’s something terrifying
about a man who stays calm
while the world is breaking—
like he’s already seen worse
and survived it out of pure spite.
buried under intelligence sharp enough
to cut through god complexes and fools alike.
He heals people for a living
but doesn’t believe in miracles.
In cutting away what’s rotten
Love scares the shit out of him.
Not because he doesn’t feel it—
because he feels it too much.
Because everyone he ever loved
came with an expiration date
like armor bolted to bone.
sometimes you see it crack.
When kindness stays longer than expected.
When someone looks at him
He doesn’t ask for softness.
while pretending he wouldn’t notice
This poem isn’t about anyone specific.
who learned how to cut the world open
before he learned how to let it touch him,
who controls everything in his reach
except the ache that never shuts the fuck up.
it was written about him.
I look forward to seeing who you guys think it is.<333
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