Bert is still doing the drugs.
He injects it into his arm,
"Bert," I tell him sternly,
"put it away."
I know now
that he's deciding.
He's bickering
and constantly fighting with himself.
I know he's doing it for me.
"I don't think you're addicted." I say.
He stops.
"You're doing that because you're hurting. You even admitted it. Bert if you're hurting tell me. Stop confiding in something that isn't real."
and whether he liked it
or not,
I snatched it from him,
threw it out the window.
"You need something human."
I kiss his lips,
"I love you. Just talk to me. Drugs won't help you."
I don't even care now.
This is me.
And I'm destroying this part of his life.
It's parasitic for him.
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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 • .*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.
