ℙ𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕩 ℙ𝕦𝕣𝕡𝕝𝕖 [𝓪 𝓷𝓪𝓽𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓲 𝓯𝓪𝓷𝓯𝓲𝓬]

Sharing poems

Yuri POV

Before I knew it, I had shared poems with Sayori, and then Monika. I had no idea what I had said them, I was just waiting for the moment to share poems with Natsuki. I have no idea why, I didn't like her, no I hated her. So why, when she came up to me and said, "Come on then, let me see your poem," did my legs feel shaking, and my hand trembled as I handed her my poem.

Secrets,

The secrets she hoarded, it was never enough

She was high on the hierachy she had created, and people were dropping like flies

The once rich on respect were spat at and treated like peasants

She lived on knowing scandals and knowing that it tore people apart

Breaking walls that took years to build in seconds

Yes she was high on hierarchy

She never thought that she would drop

And fall like a fly

But now that's all people think of her

Her secret was out

"I don't get it" She scowled.

"Well," I started, annoyed that my efforts went unnoticed, "I suppose it's about wanting to know other people's secrets but when people know your secret then your an outcast, and you hate the feeling that gave you so much joy. Once a secret is out it's out and you can't tak it back." I glanced down at the peom, the woman I had written about should've been more careful.

"Well, it's ok." Natsuki shrugged, "What do you mean she should've been more careful?"

"A-ah!" I gasped, "Forgive me, saying my thoughts is a dreadful fault of mine! Please ignore it." I blushed, I didn't want her to poke fun at me. But to my surpise she nodded,

"Yeah I do that to." She said, she hesitated, but said nothing. I wanted to ask what she meant to say, but decided against it. She wouldn't tell me.

"Er- do you have any feedback?" I prompted.

"I mean," She scrutinised my poem again, "It's very complicated, like, I couldn't tell what it meant. So I guess make the meaning more clear?" She shrugged, "I don't know."

She was being very unco-operative I thought, "I suppose, but my writing style is supposed to make the reader think." I replied, "Stories that make the reader think long after they finished are very interesting, and I have spent months trying to adapt my style to fit that."

She stared at me. I guess she wasn't used to long complex novels, only manga. I sighed.

"Do you write a lot?" I asked.

"Er-" She hesistated again, "I mostly draw or write short stories, not really poems."

"Oh, I sometimes write short stories too." I said in surprise. I didn't acctually expect her to write. I took a sip of my tea. "I- I'm sure you could write some short stories, like a paragraph. N-nobody minds when I do i-it." I was stammering like an idiot, and shut my mouth quickly with a wince. Who did I think I was, giving her orders? I wasn't the president. She was probably going to hate me now. Why did I even care? I hated her, didn't I?

My emotions were getting too much, I had to leave... and calm down. Natsuki was looking at me weirdly. Don't look at me! I screamed internally. I needed to calm down, and now.

"Please excuse me-" I said, getting up. Monika and Sayori looked over, and I felt even worse. Did they have to stare like that? "U-uhm b-b-bathroom." I stuttered, then ran out of the clubroom.

As I was shutting the door, I heard Sayori ask "Is she ok?" 

No! I wanted to say, but I didn't want to worry her. What was wrong with me? I had just been sharing poems dammit! Fucking idiot. Phyco. Loner. Loser. Loser. Loser.

*5 minutes later*

"Haaaahh..." I sighed. 

I felt calm now.

I traced the tip of the blade with my finger, the placed it carefully back into my bag. The others would worry.

Pulling my sleeves down, I headed back to the clubroom.

I think they were talking about cupcakes? I wasn't paying attention to be honest. I felt good now. Nobody would've cared. Nobody asked how I felt.

Heyy, I hope you liked it <3 I'm not a poet so idk how to write poetry. I don't really like Yuri's poem much but I hope you did :)

(also I might only write poems for Natsuki and Yuri, since the story is only about them)