July, 9 2017
Children, behave
"Liiiiitlllle Deeevillll." My scarred manic calls from the living room as I kick the door shut with my foot.
That's what they say when we're together
Be free, Addie.
And watch how you play
Plastering a grin over my somber mood, Wade comes into view sprawled out on the well-loved sofa as my feet carry me through the entryway. Everything is so different with him.
They don't understand
How can I tell him I'm barely holding on? I love Wade, I know I do but... my Bucky....
And so we're
My bag makes a thud as it hits the old wooden floor and I climb into Wade's lap, curling against his t-shirt-covered chest.
Running just as fast as we can
Three weeks I've been gone, Botswana is a hell of a place. "How was it?" His tone is soft, for a crazy bastard he's damn perceptive. Gently his hand traces my spine, making the music settle slightly.
"A success," I murmur, preoccupied with tracing the scars along his forearm, aiding the music into a slower beat.
Holding on to one another's hand
A sigh rumbles through him and I feel him shift, then a blanket is spread over us.
"There we go, could've said you were cold." He chides, making me realize that I'm shaking, "Talk to me love."
My fingers skate up and down his arm, letting my thoughts run rampant, I've kept locked up while in Botswana. My spandex psychopath even helps me tolerate blood.
Trying to get away into the night
"I missed you..." He only hums and rubs circles along my spine, ".. and I-I miss him." Steadily his hand keeps moving and I feel the ball of lead in my chest start to unravel.
The words tumble out with it.
"I-i know, I love you so much but I can't help it. He-he was there for s-so long...." Sucking in a shaky breath, he gently shushes me.
"What if I don't wanna be free from him?"
And then you put your arms around me
"Oh my devil," his hand ends up in my hair, gently combing through it, "tell me, do you actually miss him or the idea of him?"
His question stops the rampant thoughts.... Do I miss him?
Of course you do! Need need need, boys, alllll of them.
The screams chime in, then memories come flooding. Everything from that first night from so long ago...
And we tumble to the ground and then you say
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A Little Song Bird
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