As Long As You Love Me
This Poison, These Pills, They Never Meant A Goddamned Thing.
Please listen to this as you read.
"Frank- I"
"You're what Gerard?" Frank raged, his throat clenching.
"I'm-"
"Oh no!" exclaimed Frank, his chest feeling compressed, he couldn't breathe, but that wouldn't stop him. "Don't tell me you're fucking sorry Gerard Arthur Way. I've heard that one before."
"Frank stop! I way drunk- I was high, I was horny and desperate" Gerard pleaded, his eyes tearing up, but if anyone deserved karma, it was Gerard Way.
"You were horny? You were desperate? How about calling me up from your dorm and having some good old fashioned phone sex? That not good enough for you Gee?"
"Frank I wasn't thinking. I'm sorry; please!" Gerard's voice was quivering, and his eyes were puffy and red; green orbs sparkling with scattered pieces of brown looking up at him with guilt and begging forgiveness and hitting every cord Gerard had managed to miss.
"I- Gerard, you know I love you, but this is the last time I am going to let you screw-nut- and bolt back to college"
"I know Frankie. You're right. No more; I won't do it again." Gerard swears his doe eyes staring down Frank.
"Gerard, no" Frank said, his face growing somber from its once enraged front. That's all his rage ever was- a front to cover his pain. Gerard's face contoured with confusion as his head cocked a little to the left. "Gerard, it's over. I need you to leave."
You could see Gerard's entire world collapsing. It was like you could see him dying, right there. His body scrunched up in pain. "Frankie. Frankie. Frankie. Frankie. Frankie." he begged, but he could see it in Frank's body, he was worn, tired, and done-in like an old sweater from the thousands of time Gerard tore him and used him like a rag doll. "Frankie" he croaked, his voice cracking.
"Gee."
"Frankie. Frankie, one last kiss," Gerard coons. He knows one kiss is like crack for Frank, and Frank knows it too.
"No Gee. Leave." Frank says, and only when Gerard closes the apartment door, does Frank let out one lone, heart wrenching sob, his shoulders shaking; he felt like he may throw up or designate at any moment either was fine. With only the mint green walls and the ugly brown couches to watch, Frank cried for a few days, mourned for a few months, repaired for a year and some, and with only the now empty white apartment walls to watch, Frank's old self decomposed right there on the stained wood floors where he had once cried.
"Frank- I"
"You're what Gerard?" Frank raged, his throat clenching.
"I'm-"
"Oh no!" exclaimed Frank, his chest feeling compressed, he couldn't breathe, but that wouldn't stop him. "Don't tell me you're fucking sorry Gerard Arthur Way. I've heard that one before."
"Frank stop! I way drunk- I was high, I was horny and desperate" Gerard pleaded, his eyes tearing up, but if anyone deserved karma, it was Gerard Way.
"You were horny? You were desperate? How about calling me up from your dorm and having some good old fashioned phone sex? That not good enough for you Gee?"
"Frank I wasn't thinking. I'm sorry; please!" Gerard's voice was quivering, and his eyes were puffy and red; green orbs sparkling with scattered pieces of brown looking up at him with guilt and begging forgiveness and hitting every cord Gerard had managed to miss.
"I- Gerard, you know I love you, but this is the last time I am going to let you screw-nut- and bolt back to college"
"I know Frankie. You're right. No more; I won't do it again." Gerard swears his doe eyes staring down Frank.
"Gerard, no" Frank said, his face growing somber from its once enraged front. That's all his rage ever was- a front to cover his pain. Gerard's face contoured with confusion as his head cocked a little to the left. "Gerard, it's over. I need you to leave."
You could see Gerard's entire world collapsing. It was like you could see him dying, right there. His body scrunched up in pain. "Frankie. Frankie. Frankie. Frankie. Frankie." he begged, but he could see it in Frank's body, he was worn, tired, and done-in like an old sweater from the thousands of time Gerard tore him and used him like a rag doll. "Frankie" he croaked, his voice cracking.
"Gee."
"Frankie. Frankie, one last kiss," Gerard coons. He knows one kiss is like crack for Frank, and Frank knows it too.
"No Gee. Leave." Frank says, and only when Gerard closes the apartment door, does Frank let out one lone, heart wrenching sob, his shoulders shaking; he felt like he may throw up or designate at any moment either was fine. With only the mint green walls and the ugly brown couches to watch, Frank cried for a few days, mourned for a few months, repaired for a year and some, and with only the now empty white apartment walls to watch, Frank's old self decomposed right there on the stained wood floors where he had once cried.
Notes
If you can fucking believe it, we wrote a story in English and I got a 3/4 WHICH ISN'T FUCKING PASSING. So I figured it was from not writing for a long time, (a few months) so Hi guys, it's Mirror_Mayhem, here to hopefully come back and clean off the dust.Xo,
Mayhem
I am glad that it lasts with you. If my stories don't stick in your mind, I have not done my job.
11/4/13