never trust a man
with blue eyes and disheveled hair and
an attitude too big for his body.
notice the glint of silver on his finger,
then run and don’t look back.
he is not yours to take.
touch. do not feel.
the gentle curve of his jaw,
the sturdy frame of his shoulders,
the hard edges of his hips.
but when he smiles, you can’t help
but feel, feel everything.
you cannot love, you were not meant to.
you belong under the dim barlights
kissing sweet, faceless men,
whose names you can’t remember.
hate him.
hate the way he touches you,
runs his fingers through your hair,
his gentle laughter and full lips,
the way his whispers your name,
over and over, against your skin.
he is cruel and yet you love him;
he is charming and yet you hate him.
he is a disaster waiting to happen,
and you know it. don’t get too close,
for he will burn you to ash.
remember, never love a maniac.
see the way his proud jaw clenches,
the way his eyes turn to steel,
and plants his feet on the ground
as if the whole world were his.
do you love him?
no.
you see him again
and he smiles at you.
do not trust the blue eyes and the disheveled hair–––
you smile back because
he is beautiful
and he is charming,
and you do not yet know
how cruel the world can be.
when you collapsed
on that court, you thought:
it was too good to be true;
a man like me never
deserved a happy ending.
watch, your eyes grow darker and
your cheeks grow more hollow,
the clothes hanging loosely on your frame.
you ask: why me, of all men?
but you know the answer, don’t you?
this was your punishment
for taking something
that was not yours.
when the world crumbles,
he kisses you on your chapped lips and
he holds your broken pieces together.
you kiss him desperately
because you love him, the man
with the blue eyes and
the disheveled hair and
the attitude too big for his body.
you knew it: that you would both burn.
but you were two galaxies
colliding into one,
temporary, and beautiful.
when you whisper:
I love you.
there are the words
you never wanted to hear but
you needed so badly to hear, on his lips:
I love you, too.
you knew, loving him would destroy you.
but still you say: i never wanted to love him,
but i did. i am a selfish man;
and what would I do
if i had not loved you?
Love Can Tell a Million Stories (Whizzer POV) // Mizutamari (ao3)
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No One Else - Natasha, Pierre & The Great Comet of 1812
Performed by 井上芳雄 (Yoshio Inoue)
Piano by 大貫祐一郎 (Yuichiro Onuki)
Recorded for his radio show “井上芳雄 by MYSELF" on TBS Radio
Aired on February 3rd, 2019
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some of you never had an intense hyperfixation over a musical that you memorized every lyrics on the cast album, every dialogue on the libretto, and every tune, melody, and harmony in the soundtrack that you can recognize it in a millisecond and it shows
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never trust a man
with blue eyes and disheveled hair and
an attitude too big for his body.
notice the glint of silver on his finger,
then run and don’t look back.
he is not yours to take.
touch. do not feel.
the gentle curve of his jaw,
the sturdy frame of his shoulders,
the hard edges of his hips.
but when he smiles, you can’t help
but feel, feel everything.
you cannot love, you were not meant to.
you belong under the dim barlights
kissing sweet, faceless men,
whose names you can’t remember.
hate him.
hate the way he touches you,
runs his fingers through your hair,
his gentle laughter and full lips,
the way his whispers your name,
over and over, against your skin.
he is cruel and yet you love him;
he is charming and yet you hate him.
he is a disaster waiting to happen,
and you know it. don’t get too close,
for he will burn you to ash.
remember, never love a maniac.
see the way his proud jaw clenches,
the way his eyes turn to steel,
and plants his feet on the ground
as if the whole world were his.
do you love him?
no.
you see him again
and he smiles at you.
do not trust the blue eyes and the disheveled hair–––
you smile back because
he is beautiful
and he is charming,
and you do not yet know
how cruel the world can be.
when you collapsed
on that court, you thought:
it was too good to be true;
a man like me never
deserved a happy ending.
watch, your eyes grow darker and
your cheeks grow more hollow,
the clothes hanging loosely on your frame.
you ask: why me, of all men?
but you know the answer, don’t you?
this was your punishment
for taking something
that was not yours.
when the world crumbles,
he kisses you on your chapped lips and
he holds your broken pieces together.
you kiss him desperately
because you love him, the man
with the blue eyes and
the disheveled hair and
the attitude too big for his body.
you knew it: that you would both burn.
but you were two galaxies
colliding into one,
temporary, and beautiful.
when you whisper:
I love you.
there are the words
you never wanted to hear but
you needed so badly to hear, on his lips:
I love you, too.
you knew, loving him would destroy you.
but still you say: i never wanted to love him,
but i did. i am a selfish man;
and what would I do
if i had not loved you?
Love Can Tell a Million Stories (Whizzer POV) // Mizutamari (ao3)
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send me a musical and i’ll tell you
have i seen the show?:
the first song from this show I heard:
do I own the cast album?:
favorite song:
favorite character:
cast members i’ve met:
song I didn’t like at first but now do:
song I used to like but now don’t:
favorite non-sung line:
favorite lyric:
overall rating out of 10:
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due to personal reasons, i will be singing a whole 2 hour musical by myself
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