- Love was the law and religion was taught (fiz ouvndo "Fable" - Gigi Perez)
I want her to like me back,
so fucking bad, holy shit—
it's s like my brain’s under attack,
can't think straight, not one bit.
I rehearse what I’ll say in the mirror,
heart pounding like a drum,
but when she’s near, it’s much clearer—
my mouth goes stupidly numb.
she’s got that laugh, that smile, that glow,
and me? I'm just a wreck,
I trip on my words, my feet, you know,
trying to not look like a speck.
does she know I exist? I hope,
god, I’m praying for a sign.
one DM, one text—I'd cope,
for now, I just whine.
we met in church(can I call it that?), of all the places,
holy hymns, and whispered prayers—
I’m there for salvation, but let’s face it,
I’m only catching glimpses, stares.
the choir sings, but all I hear
is my own desperate plea—
"God, if you're real, just make it clear,
and please, let her notice me."
but society’s watching, so uptight,
telling me how love should be—
my parents preach what’s wrong and right,
but that love feels out of reach for me.
they say, "Stick to the path, don’t stray,
keep your thoughts clean, your teeths either way."
but damn, the way she looks my way,
I’m crumbling under this pressure for sure.
the guilt, the rules, the weight, the shame,
It’s like I'm sinning just to feel—
yet, all I want is to hear her name,
in a world that tells me this isn’t real.
it's tragic, it’s real, it’s painfully rad,
this crush that’s eating me quick—
I want her to like me back so fucking bad,
holy shit, love makes me sick.
so here I am, stuck in between,
my heart, my faith, and all their rules—
trying to look calm and serene,
but love’s made clowns out of cooler fools.
maybe one day, I'll grow a spine,
to risk it all, and hope she's keen—
I'll say, "Hey, wanna grab a bite sometime?"
and pray she doesn’t flee the scene.
and if my folks lose their holy chill,
I’ll just smile, nod, and say—
"relax, I'm not heading downhill,
she’s cute, not the Antichrist, okay?"
I want her to like me back, that’s true,
so fucking bad, holy shit—
but if she doesn’t? well, on to the next queue,
at least I tried… kinda, a bit (nah).
- Maybe I am broken
the urge to be held when the world feels so cold,
to melt into arms that feel strong, that feel bold.
a hunger for passion, for whispers at night,
for moments of madness, for heat and for light.
but deeper than yearning, than breath intertwined,
is the need to be silly, the freedom to find.
to run through the rain, hands clasped, faces bright,
to turn ordinary days into moments of light.
to argue on purpose, then laugh till we’re sore,
knowing each fight makes us love even more.
but I feel like a wreck, like I’m selfish to dream,
that this love’s too much to ask, too pure to seem.
how could I deserve hands that cradle my soul,
when inside I feel broken, not close to whole?
and now, as I stumble through deadlines and dates,
college feels like a storm that never abates.
I’m failing, I’m flailing, can’t get it just right—
the pressure is crushing, and I’m losing the fight.
I want to be kissed like it’s fire and flame,
but also to call you by some silly name.
to steal all the blankets and watch how you grin,
but between love and college, where do I begin?
I’m messy, I’m flawed, I stumble and fall,
I wonder if I deserve any of it at all.
while papers pile up, and my grades start to slip,
I’m drowning in chaos, I’m losing my grip.
I sit in the car, windows down, hair a mess,
singing off-key, trying hard to suppress
the guilt that I feel for the time I can't give,
caught between loving you and the life that I live.
(can I call it love?)
I dream of those moments, but doubt I belong,
how can I juggle when everything’s wrong?
to talk for hours, about nothing at all,
while college feels like a weight that will make me fall.
I want to be wrapped in a moment that’s ours,
but my mind’s full of stress, and I count down the hours.
am I too much, too little, too scared to believe
that I could balance both and not deceive?
It’s in silly routines that love seems to grow,
but how can I study and still let love flow?
In grocery store aisles where we laugh till we cry,
I feel like I’m wasting my time, passing by.
I crave both the burning, the soft and the sweet,
the fire, the comfort, the steady heartbeat.
but college is relentless, and I feel torn apart,
chasing grades while you’re chasing my heart.
I feel like I’m asking too much of the stars,
for love to coexist with my failure and scars.
to be wanted in chaos, to be loved in the storm,
but deep down, I question if I’m worth the warm.
I want to be held, but I push you away,
afraid that my mess will ruin the day.
I ache for the laughter, the love we could share,
but guilt tells me this is too much to bear.
yet still, I dream of the fire and the light,
of the sweet, messy love that feels just right.
to be wanted despite all the things that I lack,
to believe that someone could love me back.
for love is a journey that’s both wild and wide,
but I’m still learning to let you inside.
to want every moment, though I feel undeserving—
of both love and success, my heart’s still learning.
caught in this balance of heart and of mind,
between books and your smile, I feel so confined.
but maybe, just maybe, I can hold both with grace—
and find love in the chaos, in this uncertain space.
- Persona 4, Mermaids Echoing Voice ( O primeiro parágrafo é um poema do jogo mesmo, escrito pela Marie, o segundo sou eu respondendo)
To my voice My shouting, bellowing voice Here I am Pouring my blood into my words Yelling at the very edge of the world I am the little mermaid… Unable to return, the little mermaid… Fated to foam, the little mermaid…
Listen... To the echoes of your heart in the silence, they speak loudly Here you stand each word a drop of your essence echoing through the expanse of existence You are the little mermaid... Dreaming of worlds beyond, the little mermaid... Seeking your place in the vast sea, the little mermaid... Your voice, a beacon in the endless expanse calling out, seeking to be heard Embrace your song. Let it carry you o the shores of your destiny.