Band Of Feelings

A/N: Prompts: https://discord.com/channels/692069019175616543/805846977207074906/1006070158118359050 https://discord.com/channels/692069019175616543/692069019640922234/1006071829921800212 I'm going to attempt mashing together a lot of them!!! Can you spot which prompts I missed and which one I didn't? :eyes: Trigger warning I guess: some swearing, mentions of deaths, regrets. .....

Dear you,

I want to take you to the sea, I promise. Meet me in the ‘daylight’ like we did before?

Dear you <3 That’d be awesome~!

…..

I’ll be honest.

It felt weird to buy the flowers for your own funeral.

Picked up the flowers, waved to the cashier.

I’d say I’ll be overcast, but…well, I kinda already am, huh?

Sayed goodbye, going to my atelier.

I wish people won’t try to make themselves remember anymore.

Took the bus, watched the flowers under the sun.

I’m just a story they’ve been told, why would they look for me?

Because to be fair, I’m fucking done.

…..

If I had a penny for every time this happened, I’d have…two pennies.

Actually, no. It’d be weird if I was able to attend my own funeral twice.

But let’s pretend a little longer. I have two pennies.

And if I was gone tomorrow, it’s not like the waves wouldn’t crash on. Everything goes on.

So why do all the crying crowds make me feel selfish when I’m happy in the setting sun?

They don’t have to cry. They barely know me, and the ‘me’ they know is the idol anyways.

Except for one person.

She’s the one closest to my grave and to my heart. The one saying ‘I’m sorry’, but I don’t want her to apologize. The one crying so much tears that I thought she was trying to bring the sea to me.

The one strong enough to get away from the vines of her social anxiety that kept her tethered to her room, to actually come here.

She came here. I don’t know why—death is a normal thing. Someday both of us are leaving here.

But damn, I guess I gotta stop making promises I can’t keep.

I did tell her to forget me. I did, I swear. She still stayed by my side, though. I wish I could’ve done this grieving for her while I was by her side.

Okay, I’m…I’m so scared of getting used to this. This…whole closet-full-of-mistakes thing. I wish I could’ve done some growing when I was alive.

Man. I wish I’d done a lot of things. ..... A/N: What I listened to while writing this: Porter Robinson - Everything Goes On: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=izHyKdrSKvo&ab_channel=PorterRobinson That's it for today, folks! Feel free to scream at me in the comments if I missed a lyric (repeated ones don't count imo). Also, feel free to drop some prompts that you want me to write! Toodles~