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Poems - Rugged

Y/N tapped at the notepad while staring at the words on the page. They were there but in a mess. They tried to think about the ending, but nothing came into their head. Soon enough, the words became gibberish because they were staring for so long. Blinking, they stood up straight and looked around at James' room. As if any inspiration would come from the deep walls.

"Nothing. Fucking nothing."

"What's wrong my darling?" James came up behind Y/N and looked down at their notepad. "No ending figured out?" They shook their head, put the pencil down, and then turned around to face their boyfriend.

"I'm so close, and I want to figure out an ending."

"Read it to me, my love. Verse by verse." He smiled, as he reached around Y/N's back and picked up the small notepad. Just like the first two poems he read, it was scribbly. Lots of dashes at words that maybe just didn't sound right, or a verse that didn't match what they were going for. A mess in Y/N's head crawled onto a piece of paper. Maybe there was a doodle on the corner of the page which appeared as Y/N was thinking to themselves.

James held it out to Y/N, and they took it, cringing to themselves. "I'll take your hand again, soft again. If only you were." They then looked up to James, who was now gently holding onto Y/N's waist.

"Beautiful already my darling. Please continue." He grinned and kissed Y/N's cheek.

Y/N took in a deep, slow breath and continued reading. "You were something. Something sweet and salty. Something sour and bitter." They cringed again as they finished the sentence. It sounded like a cliche in their head, and they wanted to be original. As original as you could get with poetry. They knew that ideas could never truly be original. Something is inspired by something. That something ends up making someone famous. And a life created from something.

But, they swallowed it, and carried on, James looking at them adoringly, "Don't be soft again, I don't like soft anymore. It's hard and rugged. Stop then." Y/N simply took a breath, and leaned against the counter, hiding their face once again with the notepad.

"Is that how far you've gotten my dear? It sounds exquisite either way. Your way with words is something that could not be compared to. ever."

"Maybe you should write poems." They chuckled, wrapping their hands around James' neck. He simply shook his head as he smiled back at Y/N. "I have one more verse."

"Let me hear it."

"Take your bleeding hand away, and keep your sour taste. Keep it all to myself, where you truly belong."

"My that's wonderful my hummingbird! I love it." James grinned, picking Y/N up. They just smiled to themselves and moved their shaky hands back around James' neck. He kissed every part of their face, feeling proud of them. The dull room always seemed to brighten when James was around or, in, Y/N. "You're stuck on an ending yes?" Y/N just nodded.

"How about this? 'Inside my twisted bitter heart.' Does that elicit a good ending?" Y/N stayed quiet and lifeless but was mumbling and echoing the words he just said. They grabbed the pencil and the notepad, sitting on the bed and writing viciously. "Are you alright dearest?"

"Yep." After a minute or two, they held up the pad, and James read over it. "It's perfect James."

"It sounds perfect and works well. I'm glad it worked for you dear." He smiled, and Y/N stood up again, kissing James.

"Thank you, darling." Y/N grinned.

"You're welcome my sweet bird."