Makoto Tachibana x Reader: Tragedy 1Makoto Tachibana x Reader: Tragedy 11 year ago in Romance More Like This
"Why? Why did you do this to me?"
His voice echoed in your head, what once was his sweet kind smile is now dark and angry.
Let's start this from the beginning:
It was almost 4 years ago that you met him. He was kind and sweet. Not to mention he was smart and he was taller than you. He was your ideal type.
You find out he was a swimmer and that he, along with his team went to Nationals.
His name is Tachibana Makoto.
It started out the same, you meet, you become friends... you study together at his apartment. Order some take out to eat while studying. And rewarded yourselves by going out for a drink. When a guy tries to take it too far, he was always there to give you a shoulder to cry on, hugging you and giving you a warm smile that instantly cheered you up and saying "Don't worry, (Name). I'll protect you."
During one of those nights, you get a little tipsy and loopy. He meant to walk you home but you were both too drunk.
You return to his apartment, and
Without the IndividualWithout the IndividualWithout the Individual2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Can you imagine a world, directed by a single mind?
A collective conscious, a living hive.
Each time we are born, we receive a part of it
And when we return, we share in the pool.
There would be no fear of death;
No fear of the unknown…
For a thousand souls would bolster our hearts.
We could live—truly LIVE—to the fullest extent of our capabilities.
And when we succeed?
That success returns to the hive…
That success can be shared across the next generation.
We would become an ever-evolving organism.
One with a thousand faces, but a single driving purpose.
Can you even imagine how that would feel?
But…I suppose that you can’t.
For you, as with all humans, share in a single flaw:
The nature of the individual, the ego of the singular man.
Existing in a void of his own thoughts—he has no point of reference.
He is alone, even if surrounded by other humans,
For he shall never share in their minds…
Sweet SerenityI have searched the very depths of my being,Sweet Serenity2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Seeking the essence of the void...
To understand its nature,
To become a part of nothing...
For where else can we be free of turmoil,
Where else can a beaten soul go to rest?
If not in the comforting embrace of eternal oblivion?
Such is what I seek, away from the noise that burns at my ears.
Away from the many voices that drill into my mind.
For these are not the whispers of psychosis,
Nor the delusions of a twisted psyche.
Instead they are the whispers that are heard all around us;
The whispers of the every-man.
He who desires the body of another.
He who desires the fat of his wallet.
He who cares only for self-satisfaction
And He who wishes to stand above all.
Voices, voices, noisy voices...
Eternally spitting their foul words into me.
Even in the realm of fantasy I can no longer escape!
For they are here, and I read their words scrawled across th
DesperationI wonder how many days you've spent feeling lost.Desperation2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Thinking that you're going somewhere.
Never actually getting anywhere.
You look at the same four walls over and over again.
You can paint them in different colours,
But you know they're still the same.
And you convince yourself that you're making progress,
Nothing's changed, but you're making progress.
Things are getting worse, but you're making progress.
And then you wake up and realise,
That shit has hit the fan...
Suddenly you're forced to do the things you couldn't,
The kind of things that you were never comfortable with.
And you find out you can do them.
You find out that the only reason you couldn't,
Was because you were afraid to try.
It's hard - trying to take that first step.
It's hard - trying to convince yourself to take that chance.
Nightmare: The Tragic LoverNightmare: The Tragic Lover3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nightmare: The Tragic Lover
In the silence
I can hear the lyrics
Of my mind's awareness
You're hidden from the world
Only to be known by me
My fate is foretold
You're the end that I wait to see
The remnants of rust consume
The taint covering my heart seeps through
I am dying from a cancer that was caused by you
All it took was a wound
From the kiss that would seal it soon
I just wish that I could take you down too
From something so blissful / Bore a mask of deceit
I remain so resentful / I don't know what to believe
A being that could damage / A feeling that could heal
You pushed me over the edge / You made me wish it was real
I find myself pathetic
That you were just an anesthetic
I used you until you fulfilled your purpose
Now I don't know who the real monster is
What have we really become of this?
One whose heartless and the other is painless
These dark mirrors
Are the protective barriers
Of the true lies of one another
You were my angelic desire
A hope that I h
When I Shall DieWhen I shall dieWhen I Shall Die2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I ask not for a coffin
To display my mortal body
To the Earth beneath.
I ask not for a funeral
A celebration of my life and memory
Though both would be soon forgotten
I ask not for roses nor lilies
To slowly rot away in coherence with me.
When I shall die
I merely ask for a stone
With my name etched onto its soul
And of this stone I beg,
To remember me
Remember I was here , that I existed,
For all eternity.
Denied RegretDenied Regret3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've been everywhere
I've seen everything
I don't want to see it again.
Bad things happened.
As they should,
but you see
these things didn't make me feel good.
They were like thousands of knives,
poking at my skin
Wanting desperately to break in.
I have taken him away,
His life and heavenly soul.
Would it matter
If I didn't regret a thing?
I'd be a murderer and a thief
Since the day I was born
Sprouting was the ground knotted and twisted
My limbs creak with pain
My heart beats with anger
Of these things I've done
Because darling, as you can see
I am not real
I never want to be
I'd regret the moments that I would see
You don't enjoy life so much
When you realize you're not loved.
My mother is my HeroMy hero is someone very dear and important to me. That person has taken care of me ever since I was a baby. That person is my mother. She taught me how to be my own person, read, write, talk, everything. She's my hero because she's always been there for me.My mother is my Hero3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I think of my mother as my hero because she told me that I needed to be true to myself. That it didn't matter what others thought of me. She taught me to believe in myself, to follow my heart. When I was younger I was bullied by my classmates. I remembered one day coming home from the bus crying. Someone was teasing me and pulling at my hair because I was a "loser". I remembered her pulling me into a hug and saying to me, "You shouldn't care what they think. Don't make them rule your life." I've kept those words in my heart ever since. The bullying after that stop when they noticed that I wasn't paying attention to them. Because of her advice, my bullying stopped.
Another reason why she's my hero is because she's always t