#teeeeeechnically mild spoilers if you look too hard at the symbolism

[cannedpickledpeaches]

Sad Poems but I Choose to Interpret Them as Happy

Gojo Satoru x Reader

“I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)" -Excerpt from Mad Girl’s Love Song, Silvia Plath

The world’s knowledge at his fingertips. The universe in a domain. Split seconds of infinity. The infinitesimal fraction that you occupy shines like a beacon. He can find your fraction in his endless library of knowledge every time. He will find you, a wretched moth drawn to a pyre.

You, who existed in a time of his youth. Were you ever real? A flickering mirage, a glimmer of a smile that disappears when he reaches for you. He could have deluded himself into believing you were a dream if not for the fact that he would never be able to conjure a countenance as dazzling as yours from scratch.

His six eyes are useless if none of them can gaze upon you. His strength is nothing if you won’t appear before him with that expression. Those eyes that soften into a dreamy haze that envelops his mind in you, and you alone. Come back to me. A plea that drowns in the universe and collapses silently before it reaches the atomic fraction that you occupy. Come back to me, like you said you would.

When the spring winds come again, he’ll stand in an open field and gaze across a river, rain halted in the air like tiny mirror fragments that reflect every aspect of the universe. He will see your fragment, which guides him like a beacon, and he will let the thunder overhead shatter him, shatter him into pieces that will find you and fall in love all over again. He is but a fragment in the universe’s infinity. He is a fragment that will traverse infinity to you.

He shuts all six of his eyes. Only then does he see you. The world drops dead, and he has never felt more alive. He opens his arms, and your fragments collide in a brilliant, colourful supernova. Ah, he thinks in that blissful oblivion, I knew you were real. Even if you never managed to find your way back to him, he’d never give up until your fragments collide again. That is his love. To bear all the hardship so that he can eventually attain that wonderful, ordinary happiness.