Tonight I couldn't help but think
about what Frank had said to me.
That evil exists in all of us.
No, he had to be wrong.
It didn't.
It didn't exist inside of him.
He was as pure
as church holy water.
He had to be born in it,
He was starved of sin.
I didn't deserve Frank,
I didn't deserve anything.
I truly am fucked up.
My mind wants my blood,
It's only because of luck that I haven't hurt myself so much.
I need to scrub my brain
for if I do perhaps then the dirtiness
will wane.
(( It's only a matter of time until it seeps into my soul,
I've tried, it can't be controlled. ))
I didn't see
how Frank loved me.
Frank was up,
I was down.
Frank tip-toed
to the bed,
drowned under the blanket,
upon the pillow he layed his head.
Our eyes met,
and now our hands lock.
I guess this is what happens when the Dove falls in love with the Hawk.
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Believe it or not, my history class inspired this chapter. We were learning about The War of 1812 and there were two groups of people before it happened: the War Hawks, who supported a war on the British because of everything they were doing at the time.
And the Doves, peaceful people who didn't want to fight the British.
My teacher described the Hawks as "Chaotic" and the Doves as "Pure."
I immediately thought of Gerard's chaotic mind in my fic and how he describes Frank to be as pure as could be.
I couldn't resist the opportunity.
Wow thanks War of 1812.
Also thanks my dear Arju for helping me with the "and our eyes met, and our hands lock" part, even though I changed it up a bit.
-Jenna
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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 • .*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.
