5 Seconds Of Summer Imagines

Jet Black Heart

Pick your boy

Laying in my cold and empty bed, I stare up at the grey ceiling. It's all clouded in shadow from the dark of my room, but none of it phases me. I'm swallowed by my own demons - the kind that appear day and night, and never seem to leave my side no matter how much I beg and pray for them to go. To leave me alone. To be in the bitter sweet sound of my own emptiness. But I can't.
Everything I try - I fail.
Relationships. Friendships. Love. Intimacy.
All of it just crumbles under my fingertips before I can even so much as begin to enjoy it.
I want to attempt so much - love and to be loved - but I'm constantly held back with the battle in my own mind and the way I make myself feel.
I'm broken and there's no cure. Not even that of the one I loved the most.
You.
You. So innocent, pure and understanding. So loving and caring, but again you're no match for the hurricane that comes with loving me. It's always there - swirling and causing havoc and mayhem - waiting to destroy the love I have for another. For you.
Even with the strong urges and the chemicals moving between us, it claws at us and destroys what we have. Though, I never want to give up on you and want us to start again, no matter what.
I want to grab your hand - the pair of us running away from the mistakes I've made, thats pumping through the blood in my veins, and causing me to feel mental anguish. I want us to dive into the dark - cause the fires to ignite, the colours to bloom, and my Jet Black Heart to be extinguished for good.