🖤🚬Kurosawa Yua🚬🖤

A girl wrapped in neon lights
and cigarette smoke drifting through spring nights.

Pink hair fading at the ends,
dark roots she never bothers to hide.

Eyes as empty as the last train home,
yet somehow still searching for something.

She laughs softly like she’s tired of existing,
holds bruised feelings beneath oversized sleeves,
and drinks lemon cans under Tokyo’s sleepless sky.

People call her difficult.
Broken.
Too much.

But if you stay long enough beside her silence,
you might notice
she never truly wanted to disappear.

Only to be found.