I left the room
With Frankie's hand
In mine.
He was kissing me
Against a wall.
"You didn't talk much..."
"I wanted you and Mikey to connect.
It's okay, Gerard, I had my chance to talk to him."
I kissed him again,
"Okay..."
Then
A
Yawn
Came from my mouth
And I settled into
My Frank's
Body.
I could have fallen asleep
If I weren't
Standing up.
"I wanna go to bed." I told him
My eyes were half open.
I liked
This day.
As My Frank and I
Headed toward the
bedroom,
I said to him,
"Frankie, today was one of my favorite days. I saw my brother, and forgot about how bad my head is."
"Gerard, I told you I'd get you help and then you should start to feel better."
"What if it doesn't go away?"
I asked,
"what if it isn't real? What if my mind is playing tricks on my mind? Frankie, that's why it's divided."
I was sitting bedside him now
Frank was standing there.
He got close to me.
So close
I felt his breath
On my face.
"If you feel like this, then it all isn't in your head. Before Mikey got here, you were having a panic attack or something. Gerard, what you're feeling is real."
I gave him a nod.
He smiled,
Pressed his lips
on my neck.
I pulled back,
And laughed out.
I was too tired
For this
But I wanted him.
He crawled over me
And we starting smooching
Vigorously.
Little chirping sounds
Came from our lips
Every time they parted.
Why does Frank still love me?
After everything
I've done,
I could ruin us;
But I could ruin myself
At the same time.
"What if my head
Does shatter me?"
No.
I said my thoughts
Out loud.
I knew one of these
Days
That this would happen.
I knew I couldn't
Contain
All these feelings
In my head.
I don't know why I do it
Because my head could use
One simple thing
To turn against me.
Frank's kissing
Ceases,
"Then I'll be there.
Gerard I promise you
That I'll be there
To put you back together.
This won't last forever."
I wanna cry.
I already feel tears
That I can't control
Go out the sides of my eyes
and past my
Temples,
Sliding down to the tips
Of my ears.
"Frankie," my voice cracks.
I kiss his cheek
He means so much to me.
It wasn't long
Before we were bare
And he was penetrating me
Under the white bedsheets.
I love the white
I love the feelings
I love everything.
Life is too short to waste your time
Hating
Some things.
So it's best just to be
Celebrated.
We would tell each other
Jokes
And happy memories
We'd laugh
And I'd kiss him.
And his tattoos.
Times like these were times that I could see a lot of them on his skin.
They were presented on his skin
As if
He were the canvas
And they were the painters most prized possession.
Frank was literal art.
Would that make me his artist?
Because I can paint the love
On his heart.
Frank is so loyal.
He belongs to me;
My own little
Masterpiece.
When the surges
And moaning
Started coming,
We were careful,
However,
Not to make
Too much noise.
I didn't want to wake Mikey up.
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Sanity (Frerard)
Fanfiction"And what I felt was more than thumping. I felt his love for me. and I think he loves me with his soul too." .*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*. •Warning: Triggers • Drug Use • Soft Sexual Content • .*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.
