Why would Mikey
Want to see my art???
Even art school
Turned me down
I was so terrible.
No,
It's putrid.
It nauseates me even when someone looks at my art.
But if you're wondering
Why do you still do it?
I do it because,
I'd go mad if I couldn't draw.
It's how I express myself.
"Why do you want to see them?"
Mikey smiled widely.
"I like staring at them. you have talent."
I glanced at Frank.
"It's true." he told me.
I gave a nod of approval
And showed my little brother
My art room.
It was down the hall
From the guest bedroom
On the second floor.
And there,
In the middle,
In front of some windows,
Was the portrait of me
And my sugar.
Mikey examined the art,
"Gerard, I cannot believe how creative you are."
"Thanks."
I really had nothing else to say.
I picked up some sketchbooks
That I had drawn in my past.
Mikey saw every picture.
They were mainly
Superheroes,
Vampires,
Werewolves,
And other monsters.
I also drew a lot of dead things.
Blood, and gore.
Yeah, call me morbid.
I know about my odd fascination with death.
I just find
Beauty
In it
Where others cannot.
They also reflect
Internal feelings
So maybe
I just feel dead inside.
But I did have an obsession with death of some sort.
Almost every page
Mikey flipped to
Was immensely morbid and macabre.
Some even depicted suicide.
But each one had a beautiful message.
I was ashamed that this was all I ever drew.
But it wasn't until the end,
That I noticed something
Truly beautiful
In the most genuine way.
I had drawn a picture
Of Mikey and I.
It was nothing
Like my other art.
But I have faint memories of
Drawing it.
We were smiling
And I had my arm around him.
He stared at it for a while
Then
Something came over me:
"You can have it."
He looked up at me.
I ripped it from the sketchbook.
It doesn't deserve to be
With all those other
Scary pictures.
"It's yours. Not mine. Now I'm with you wherever you go."
"Are you sure?" He asked.
I was totally sure!
In fact,
I was more than sure!
I will never regret this decision
And I can trust
Mikey with it.
It's better in his hands.
I hugged him
"Thank you." He said.
"You're welcome."
And we both got up.
Dolefully, it was time for him to leave.
But I know that
He'll come back.
This goodbye
Won't last forever.
Going back downstairs,
Frank was there
Watching his
Fucking crime shows.
Sadly, I opened the door for Mikey.
Frankie got up and bid his farewells.
"I'll miss you." I told him.
"I'll miss you too"
And we gave each other
Bittersweet smiles.
I watched him walk past the door
But he stopped,
Turned around.
"I'm just putting this
Out there, but I know
You don't realize how important
You really are,
And how much you inspire me
Every day.
You were always there for me when we were kids.
When I fell down,
You were there to pick me back up.
I know you're probably hiding it from me,
But I've known for a long time that
You have issues.
But whatever you may think of yourself as,
You are not evil.
In fact, if I had to pick,
You would be the absolute last person I would think of
If I were told that someone I knew was evil.
I just want you to know.
Love you."
Wow.
What a speech.
I stopped for a second
Then impulsively hugged him.
"I love you too Mikey. Don't fucking forget that."
"I won't."
"Good."
I shut the door.
I took a deep breath.
Thanks for saying that, Mikey.
Frank came from behind me.
"He's right, you know."
I wanted to agree.
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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 • .*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.
