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Izuku presses send and puts his phone face down in the bed. He gets up to go get some coffee.
He didn’t know why he woke up that morning and chose violence, but he was feeling petty.
He’d posted a poem from his phone, just a simple screenshot of the words on a white background.
But he knew he would see it. There’s no way he wouldn’t. It would be plastered all over every social media soon.
Izuku Midoriya posted at 7:02 am:
Was it?
We said I love you the first second of 2015. It set the tone for disappointment, every midnight after.
At first, it seemed like love to me. A cute apartment, a Christmas tree.
At twenty one I was certain you were the one, if you knew better you didn’t say.
At twenty six I got brave, or desperate or tired I don’t know what made me say it.
I said I need to take it back I need room to change.
You washed the idea away with your tears, and told me you needed me to stay. For a year I tried. Decorated the cage with colors, covered the smell with flowers. Like it mattered.
At twenty seven I said no more. Plugged my ears to your pleas and scrambled for the door.
Looking back I can’t help but ask. I bet you’ve never held up a mirror, but for a second let me present the task.
Was it love?
Is it love to put a bird,
Behind 4 walls?
It has everything it needs and
Nothing at all.
When I swore I didn’t need to fly.
I didn’t mean to lie.