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EXPECTATIONS
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@kuroosonlywife
HOLY SHIT, IT WAS THE ORIGINAL ONE
MAKE A WISH
the first post ever on tumblr
I WAS EXPECTING IT TO BE A REMAKE OF SOME SORT HOLY FUCK
WHO THE FUCK KEEPS BRINGING THIS BACK
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it’s you.
Oikawa always liked to sleep alone,
He was a clingy person but he always liked his space.
He wouldn’t mind being curled up next to someone,Â
The idea was truly comforting.
His bed was warm enough as it was, and he could enjoy the peaceful night,
Alone again, by himself. As it had almost always been.
He never realized he would learn to hate that solitude,
His teenage years seemed so long ago.
The feeling of his thoughts drowning him out was normally his mode of comfort,
But after the long nights,
After the hard work days,
When everything seemed a little too much,
Iwaizumi’s arms were more of a bed then his own had ever been.
Oikawa had learned to love the feeling of being held close,
His muscles obtained a memory, of being in such proximity.
It was heaven among earth, he never thought he could feel such a way.
And when he had to leave that paradise,Â
Like Adam and Eve leaving the garden,
Oikawa Tooru, deemed looks of an Angel and a heart of gold,
Let out an ungodly cry,
His muscles learned over time to repress the memory,
But his brain never did.
He never realized how deadly
His thoughts could go,
Reminding him always,
That in a parallel universeÂ
His arms never lost the thought of his old lover,
But a parallel universe wasn’t his own.
The nightstand on the other side of the bed was bare,
Typically a picture would stand there of the two.
He was so used to seeing it,Â
But it was sitting in the trash in the bathroom,Â
As shattered and torn as it could be.
He missed his Iwa-Chan,
The indent on the left side of the bedÂ
had never seemed so empty before.
these are all mine~~
selfish.
Sakusa sunk onto the floor,
His bodyÂ
Colliding with the door.
He lookedÂ
Up into the sky, the moon
Always still shone.
Even when hours before, theÂ
Only one
He had ever loved had
Left.
Left yet again,
Left like they always do.
Who’s fault was it?
He sunk farther into his knees, providing noÂ
room to speak.
It was his, of course it was always
His.
Why would he do that?
He
Didn’t
Know.
Why was he like this?
HeÂ
Didn’tÂ
Know.
He didn’t know how to love.
Atsumu miya was the onlyÂ
OneÂ
Willing
To teach him.
And what did he do?
What did
He do.
I love you,
Were three words that didn’t seem
To mean much to the other.
ButÂ
IÂ
Love
You
Was an
Ocean
To sakusa,
LoveÂ
Was a word
That seemed so hollow
With simple actions
It was torn
If he tore
Atsumu’sÂ
Love
For
Him
Would he be safe?
Would he be protected?
From the crashingÂ
Waves
The longÂ
Nights
TheÂ
Endless
Eyebags
The endless
Tears.
Would he be spared?
From sakusa’s
Slowly evolving
mad
Ness.
Would he be loved
By someone else
The way that sakusa
Loved him?
An end
Less
Field of flowers
Sun as warm
As what he imagined atsumu’s
Heart was.
Gold and beautiful.
Sakusa selfishly threw his head back,
The pain was welcomed.
Its almost as if
He couldn’t
Get enough.
