It plagued me
To see that look upon his face,
Because that hug Bert and I had
Revealed a look of isolation.
A look of desperately longing
For something.
The look of wanting
And the need to scream and shout
And gouge your eyeballs out,
For words that have to be said.
He he had no one to hear.
Of course, the only person he needed to hear those words
Was Patrick.
He couldn't love Patrick,
And he may never have the chance to.
But he was waiting,
Waiting,
For the day he could.
But he's okay with just spending time with him.
I don't even want to ask:
"What would you do without Pat?"
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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 • .*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.
