poem freak - iwaizumi h.

𝖾𝗉𝗂𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗎𝖾 ༊*·˚ 𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺 𝗒 𝗎𝗇𝗈

he sat there in silence, letting the words y/n's written down in the book sink in. every single note, every single paragraph, everything the book contained- hurt him.

feelings tears prick in the corner of his eyes, his heart ache at the thought of y/n's despair and his chest rise and fall in an unsteady rhythm, he started sobbing. from the many questions (y/p) asked him to the references in hurtful paragraphs (y/p) wrote down, everything overwhelmed him.

was it pathetic to sit there, on a late thursday night, and feel unbearable feelings attack ones insides this violently?

tears running down his cold, defined cheeks, vision blurring a little more and hands trembling, he flipped the pages back. maybe he hoped the letters would fade away, the feelings y/n had, still linger and the words (y/p) wrote, hurt him a little less.

finally, he reached the first page, reading the disclaimer again.

please know i never meant to hurt, confuse, creep you out or disgust you in any way while writing this.

it's meant to show what i've felt so desperately for the one who's never seemed to love me back then.

hopefully you'll forget about me eventually and throw away this book. that'd be the best favor you could do for me.

goodbye, iwaizumi hajime.

i've sincerely loved you and will now give up on writing poems and letters.

-y/n.