#but for now have sappy VilNeige Poetry

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Vil and Neige invaded my brain at 3am and made me write some poetry for them both so here. As consolation for my not posting in forever ajhdgjhagadjg- (I will soon I just have some Death Note fanart and schoolwork to finish. I may start posting that here eventually but :P)

He brings out the best in me Even though we barely talk anymore But when I see his name on the casting call list Or on the tongues of the crew I feel a little lighter Because I know that as long as he is here I will have nothing to fear

I have so much to learn So if anyone can hear Please bring me an angel My angel The one who's guided me for all my years In the spotlight While he sat in the shadows Waiting for his final bow

I hope we'll both be on stage at the end One day Where he is the happy hero And I the pretty villain Or maybe the other way around Or different all together

We could be rivals Lovers Enemies Friends Side characters barely in frame I don't care I just want him here Because I have so much to learn And teach And we bring out the best in us - Neige LeBlanche

He makes me feel Like moths in my stomach Eating away at my linens and cottons My throat and my lungs Because I can never be like him And yet I am just like him

And it hurt that I learned That while my heart lived in a crumbling palace of marble With rusting pots and broken glass That shimmered in the sunlight His heart was left in a small wooden cottage Out in the woods With a leaky roof and tattered windows And soaked blankets to keep for warmth

Where I am pulled apart and thrown For villainy I did not commit He is held up on a pedestal Without food or water To wither and die for the amusement of the crowd I've been there too, and yet I still wished to climb back Just so someone may look at me

But maybe it's ok That he stay over a while In my palace courtyard Pulling up weeds with sun in his eyes Maybe he didn't wish to hurt me with that light He held But to guide me To my space in the moonlight Next to him

Maybe we are not so different in our crumbling rubble, that we build back up With bare bloodied hands And unsleeping nights

Maybe It's not so bad that he's here Because he's the only one That makes me feel human - Vil Schoenheit