Love is like a rose.
Delicate and beautiful.
And everyone wants that rose, so simple and easy, yet so out of reach.
For the same reasons, it is painful.
You make one wrong move and the next thing you know, you're left with a horrible pain and realization that no matter how much you bleed, people will always take more and more, like vampires thirsting for your misery.
Frank Iero was just lucky enough to be considered the thorn in the metaphor, because no matter how much he needed it, no one could ever find the time to truly look past the pain where the beauty lay. In the world outside of Frank Iero, it was all about looks and what was on the inside never mattered.
And that, was what would hurt him the most in the long run.
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Skylines & Turnstiles
Fanfiction"Life is but a dream for the dead." In Belleville, New Jersey everyone thought Frank Iero was always a bit off his rocker. He was always an outcast from society. But they never knew his dark secret. Since he was about ten years old Frank had always...
