Frankie dearest,

I am mortified at what I have let myself become. I have ignored you and let you think that I was forgetting you. Oh baby, I wasn't. I had gotten back on pills, but I stopped last week. I have the strongest urge to slit my wrists and meet you in heaven, but I know that wouldn't be what you would support. I do not fear death; I fear what comes after, I fear, the unknown. Does the remains of your sloul fly into the sky forgetting your body and shattering into tiny peices, to divide and make room for more souls? Or does your soul get taken to heaven, where you will be judged for not follwing the "rules"? Do we just lay in the ground, and decay? That is my question. I love you Frank Anthony Iero Jr. I love you with every bone in my depressed, drug-filled, body. I love you beacuse:
1.You never laughed, you giggled. You would giggle like a fangirl teeny. We would laugh, at your laugh, and laugh harder and harder until breathing was like, secondary. Our eyes would begin to water and our sides would ache from laughing too much, but we never minded. I can still hear your giggle.
2. You had the eyes of satan and an angel. Your hazel eyes rested between a delicate green and a soft honey. Those eyes were like the devil because when I looked into them, I felt automatic temptation, you could get me to do anything. I was like your damn puppet, but when you wanted to, you could make your eyes so soft and boyish. You had youth in your eyes. They were very big, and your eyelids hung heavy when you were tired. I could spend hours drawing your eyes, and that I have.
3.The way you did your makeup. When I would see you with a smudge of black lining your honey eyes I would go crazy. You would put a small bit of red around them to make your eyes scream "HEY I AM RIGHT IN YOUR MOTHERFUCKING FACE SO LOOK AT ME DAMNIT!!" and I loved that look.
4.You had the energy of a two year old on acid. You bounced around and sang in the kitchen; at 8:00 in the fucking morning. How in the hell did you gather that much energy in the shitiest part of the day?! You jumped around laughing and joking and dancing. You would grab your guitar, Pansy, and hop around playing, yelling at me to sing along. I did, because I am a sucker for you Frank Way/Iero. You would jump on my back, you screamed at the X-box, you fought with the bed sheets, you yelled at objects you ran into, insulting them like they ran into you, which acording to you, they 'weren't there 5 seconds ago! you swear!'.
5.You always kept your lips really soft. Your lips were un-naturaly pink. It was so cute! That lip ring looked perfect on your plump lips. You always had them so soft, shouting my name. Calling my lips over.
6.You smelt like sex, all the time. You smelt like sex, all the fucking time. You wore this great cologne(platnuim) and you sweat beacuse you jump around (like a two year old, on acid) and so sweat+good cologne=sexy frank smell. I smelt it on your clothes. Our sheets. Your pillow's. I sleep with your shirt, juts so I can hold the last peice of you in my trembling hands.
7.Your hair was always really badass. You always had a crazy style, like that bleached/red hair thing. The one where you had that carmel color spotted in your hair, the black one where it went over your eye and curled ever so perfectly beneath your eye. Your hair was amazing, like the rest of you.
8.You had an imense ammount of talent. You would throw your whole body in your playing. Kicking, jumping, sliding, spining, headbanging, jerking around, and dancing even. Your stage antics were damn halerious. Your poor band was always getting terorized by you. You sang and played a-fucking-mazingly. It was un-believable how big you would smile when someone reconized you and said you were their favorite singer/guitarist.
9.You were a tattoo junkie. You were like OCD over tattoos. I loved yours so much. Art was mine and your life, and you proved it.
10.You made me smile; all the time. You were always joking, getting hurt, failing, jumping, screaming, over reacting, and acting childish. Your immature acts always kept a fucked up smile on my lips. You're unresistable. You're unbelivable. You're my Frankie.
Hear that? You're my Frankie. Always. I stopped the drug for you, and I am so sorry your last days were spent with a drug fucked man. I am sober forever, I promise. I paint for you now, you know? My chest aches so immensely my eyes water with salty tears, my throat tightens, my head thumps, my body aches, it aches for it's other half, its better half. I need you. I need you Frank. Your burial was just how you would have liked it. Lots of black and red, ties and rock music, and good vegan food. Coffee, and cake. It said 'Frank Iero/Way all over it. I miss you forever. I miss you forever Frankie. You were my one, and my only. I am yours. I love you with every inch of my black heart. I wish I had your lips to kiss, they were like morphine. So long baby, so long and goodnight.

Your memory carries on Frank Anthony Iero/Way.

-Gerard Way

Notes

That is all my darlings.