Based on the song Heaven by Troye Sivan
I'll do a Jeremy X Reader soon. I just felt inspired to write this.
The truth runs wild
Like a tear down a cheek
Trying to save face, and daddy heart break
I'm lying through my teeth
Rich held my hand as I walk home. Tears stream down my face as I near my house, afraid of what might happens when I tell my parents I'm gay. For the past two years I've been lying about my sexuality, and I feel it's time to let them know who I truly am.
The voice inside
Has been eating at me
Trying to replace the love that I fake
With what we both need
I tried being the picture perfect teen my parents imagined. I tried dating Christine. It just didn't work. The love was forced, fake. I needed love. I yearned for freedom, I yearned for love.
The truth runs wild
Like kids on concrete
Trying to sedate my mind in its cage
And numb what I see
We finally make it to the red front door. I enter, seeing the smiling faces of my parents. When will I realize I'll never be who they want me to be? Their smiling faces are fake, never will be understanding of who I am.
Awake, wide eyed
I'm screaming at me
Trying to keep my faith and picture his face
Staring up at me
The restless nights I've spent thinking about Rich. His cocky grin, smug attitude, but at the same time loving and caring. I open my mouth ready to tell my parents, worried about me. They notice the tears that can't seem to stop falling.
Without losing a piece of me
How do I get to Heaven?
Without changing apart of me
How do I get to Heaven?
All my time is wasted
Feeling my heart's mistaken, oh
So if maybe I'm losing a piece of me
Maybe I don't want Heaven...
"I'm gay" I tell them. Anger fills the emotions playing on their faces. My father yells as my mother sobs uncontrollably. They tell me I'm going to burn in hell, never able to be truly accepted into Heaven. But if I'm losing apart of me... do I really want Heaven?
The truth runs wild
Like rain to the sea
Trying to set straight the lines that I trace
To find some relief
This voice inside
Has been eating at me
I'm kicked out of my home. Only Rich cares. My anxiety eats away at me, constantly telling me he doesn't really love me. It's only for show.
Trying to embrace the picture I paint
And colour me free
I'm free, but does it matter when everyone I love hates me? I'm still trapped in my head, bullying my self with unrealistic ideals. Rich loves me, but it's hard to believe.
Without losing a piece of me
How do I get to Heaven?
Without changing apart of me
How do I get to Heaven?
All my time is wasted
Feeling my heart's mistaken, oh
So if maybe I'm losing a piece of me
Maybe I don't want Heaven...
He holds me close as we cuddle in bed. He kisses my wrists, up my arms, and gently lands a kiss on my cheek. He whispers all the things he loves about me into my ear. He caresses my delicate cheek, and cradles me into his chest. I can heart his heart thump wildly against his rib cage.
So I'm counting to fifteen
Counting to fifteen, counting to fifteen
So I'm counting to fifteen
Counting to fifteen, counting to fifteen
So I'm counting to fifteen
Counting to fifteen, counting to fifteen
So I'm counting to fifteen
Counting to fifteen, counting to fifteen.
Without losing a piece of me
How do I get to Heaven?
Without changing apart of me
How do I get to Heaven?
All my time is wasted
Feeling my heart's mistaken, oh
So if maybe I'm losing a piece of me
Maybe I don't want Heaven...
The truth runs wild
Like a tear down a cheek...
