--- Marvel owns 'em. I just fuck 'em up.


And I am done.

This is my poetry; this is my song; this is my vision.

This is me.

Thank you.


Curled up in a fetal position with her eyes closed, she tries to forget him. She doesn't know how long it has been since he has left but it doesn't matter. The only thing that does is that he's gone and she's lost again.

She doesn't know where to go from here. She doesn't know how to be anymore. She doesn't know whether or not her life goes back to what it was before him, or if she's supposed to forge ahead with optimistic beliefs that just do not reside in her. Her life doesn't feel like her own anymore.

All she sees is darkness.

The tears come again as she tries to fight the pain. But it hurts too much. It hurts to the point that she simply just can't deal with it anymore. She just wants it to end. She just wants her life to end. She just wishes that she never existed in the first place.

She is lost within herself in a world where she doesn't belong.

Suddenly, she feels a pair of strong arms wrap around her body – pulling her to the surface.

"Been here like dis for de last t'ree days?" His Cajun accent asks softly.

"It's been that long?" She questions.

"Yeah." He simply replies.


"Look at me, Rogue." He requests and she slowly turns over to face him. Placing a hand on his rough face, her watery green eyes looks into his soft red ones.

"Ya really here?" She asks, not quite sure whether this is a dream or reality.

"Yeah... I'm here." He assures her, and kisses her on the forehead.

"Okay then." She says simply while trying to remember this moment just as it is, in case it's still only a dream.

"Didn't get very far." He tells her.

"Why?" She asks.

"Realize I can't run from somet'ing I don't wanna run from." He informs her and smiles lightly.

"Oh...okay." She accepts his explanation without asking anything more. Breathing in his scent of cigarettes and spices, she finds the courage to kiss him softly on the lips, which consolidates the fact that he really has returned. When she pulls back, she says, "Forgot t'tell ya ah love ya."

"It's alright. I already know." He excuses her.

"Good." She murmurs.



"I don't know where dis is gonna lead us. I don't know if we'll work. I don't know if dere is a happy ending for us. I don't know if we will continue t'hurt each ot'er. I don't know anyt'ing except dat dis is who we are. And it's about time, we just let ourselves be." He explains to her.

"Okay." She agrees.

With that, he pulls her closer to him and finally, they free themselves from all their inhibitions and demons to simply be.

That's the way it should be.

And that's the way it is.