Broken

The blade shakes in my hand, he's standing next to me. Holding me tight. whispering to me that I'm perfect.
My vision is so blurred I can't see what I'm doing.
I drop the blade and he breathes a heavy sigh.
I've hurt him, he loves me and all I hurt him.
I love him, I know that much. Him: Gerard. Perfect Perfect Perfect.
He begins to sing to me, one of his; "If my velocity starts to make you sweat then just don't let go.." pulling me in tighter.
Pushing up against me from behind, holding me still as my brain cries.
Slowly, I turn around my forehead now on his shoulder. His warmth melting my heart.
My legs go dead and he catches me. His gentle hands begin to lift my face, looking into my eyes. His are dark brown, hiding pain that now becomes so clear.
My lips begin to move as I stroke his cheek, touching him gently at first, then he's pulling me harder and I'm now against the wall.
It's perfect, this moment. Now. Time needs to stop, just me and him, his hands, his kiss, him.

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