Adieu"How long will you be gone for?" she asked me, stroking down my arm. I didn't want to leave her. I promised her I wouldn't, but I had to leave. I'd be back. I promised her that. I wouldn't be gone that long.
"Six weeks" I replied, stroking her cheek, hoping to banish the sadness from her eyes. It wasn't working. I slid my arms around her waist. "It'll go quickly. I promise I'll visit" I reassured her, hoping it would do something. It wasn't. She gripped my hands until her knuckles were white. I couldn't leave her, but somehow, I'd already agreed to take the trial job up in Scotland. We didn't have enough money to rent a flat for both of us regardless, so I was staying with friends, and she was staying at her parents house.
Just Trust Me"Think you're getting away with that?" a pissy sounding Gerard whispered from behind me. I hadn't done anything wrong. I Just...well...did some frerard that we didn't plan. I don't know why I did it. I just did. I think it was the desperate lust for the being that was Gerard Way in my bed. Either way, I now had to play it cool.
"We didn't plan any frerard for tonight, asshole" he screeched.
"I know we didn't, dumbass. I'm not an idiot!" I boldly said back, puffing out my small chest. Gerard sighed, then took a step back.
"Then why'd you do it?" he asked in a more reasonable tone.
"I don't know."
"Frank, I've known you long enough to know that you're lying," he mumbled, huffing loudly. I shuffled my feet as my eyes dropped to the floor.
"The fans at the front were chanting for it," I snapped, not taking my gaze off of the off-white tile at my feet. I felt his hand on my shoulder.
"Frank, please? Just tell me the truth, I won't laugh or think any different of you," he pleaded,
To The EndHe smiled at me, but he said nothing. He'd been like this for weeks and I couldn't do anything about it. I could feel myself shaking, the bars on the hospital bed were rattling too. My mind went blank and my hands went sweaty, I just couldn't bear seeing him like this. I scanned over the tiny violet veins in his eyelids.
"C'mon Frank, wake up, please?" I whispered into his ear, he gave no response. I sighed deeply to myself, wanting to forget the night that he fell. It wasn't particularly dramatic, but there was nothing I could do. We'd been walking, just generally walking to nowhere, when suddenly, out of nowhere a car comes and knocks him over. It hit him pretty hard.
So here I am, watching the guy I'm in love with smile at me. In a coma. Sometimes he moves, but it's usually his mouth, hence why he was smiling.
It had been 3 weeks. I'd slept in the hospital, argued with the nurses about visiting hours a few times, but I was too desperate for him to wake up to leave him. The nurses ca
Demolition Lovers'It's okay Frank', said Gerard, wiping the tears from his friend's face. Frank shook his head. If only Gerard knew. He ran his fingers across his bleeding wrist. He was dying inside. Nothing could save him but the soft heat of Gerard's lips on his, but even that was of no use now. Gerard took Frank's hands. 'Please tell me', he said, slowly moving Frank onto his lap and cradling him like a baby.
He loves you Frank.
'Gee It's kind of I don't know Complicated?' said the small being in the garishly red haired boy's arms.
'Just tell me', said Gerard, sweeping a dark strand of hair off of Frank's forehead.
'Gee .I .I want to die', said Frank, hiding his face in Gerard's chest.
Gerard wasn't having any of that. He lifted the smaller boy up so that he was sitting on his lap. Frank tried to struggle out of his position, but every attempt he made was hopeless.
Frank hated himself. He hated the empty pill boxes and the empty bottles of alcohol that were in his mat
The thingsThe things I would give to see you smile again;
My right arm
My left leg
I betI bet my eyes that you got up this morning and did your hair like that just for him.
I also bet my eyes that he doesn't notice you, like yesterday, and the day before, and the day before that.
I bet my mind that you think about her all day, and wonder if she thinks about you.
I also bet my mind that she does, and tries to make you notice.
I bet my body that you have to restarin yourself around him.
I also bet my body that you didn't notice him touching your shoulder slightly.
I bet everything that both of you are crazy about each other.
I also bet everything that you will never notice, because you're too busy thinking about yourself.
He hates meHe hates me.
I swear he doesn't.
If he didn't then he'd stay with me.
He might just be really busy.
He definately hates me.
If he does then why does he look at me like that?
He doesn't love me.
But people say that hate is like love.
He COULD love me.
He hates me.
But he does-
He doesn't love me.
He never has and never will.
See, he doesn't love me.
Yes he does.
WHY would he love me?
He DOESN'T love me.
He hates me.
Of course he does.
He hates my guts.