Demolition Lovers

I don't love you

Gerard POV:

September passed like a haze, like water streaming through my hands. Every time I got to go to Franks house I felt loved for once, I don't know how he felt, I hope the same. Yesterday was our last time to work on it, yet we already finished our project. The whole time his Dad was gone, I don't know where. But all I remember is his pink lips on mine, is being together and happiness. I felt, love. I felt warmth, and for the first time ever, I felt needed and important. But, if I knew what would happen in 48 hours I'd forget about that. As I walked into school today, I found Frank and talked about the project. Presenting was okay, he talked most of the time. But I was just so happy for tomorrow. Tomorrow was the dance. Frank had been saying he wasn't going with anyone. Usually I'd stay home but Frank made me feel like I didn't need to be invisible- for once. The rest of the day flew by, and today to. I remember putting on my tie and feeling good- I can't remember the last time I felt that. I brushed my hair, slipping out of the house. I felt exited, because I would get to be with Frank, I wanted to for so long, if you could about a month. But, I wish I never put on that bow tie, or the shuit, or anything nice. Because as I walked through the gymnasium door, from around the room there. I see Frank, but not as I expected. He was with a girl. Kissing her. Kissing her lips like he kissed mine. Gave her the warmth I wanted. I don't know if he saw me, I didn't care, I didn't ever want to see those eyes, I never wanted to see Frank Iero again. But he sure as he'll noticed. But, he didn't seem to care. He kept kissing her, and I felt every inch of my body weaken. How could I be so dumb? He never cared Gerard. You were only a new student to him, you were only a grade to him. You were nothing to him. I ran out, he saw I didn't give a shit, I didn't give a shit about anything. I felt the only thing made me hang on for a little bit slip from my hands, and I left. I left I ran home. Back to the broken home I've known for to long. Back to the place that made me miserable. Back to the place were my waste of space caused my own brother to die. Back to hell I went, and back to hell I'll stay. Because Frank, I don't love you like I did yesterday. But all I thought as I drifted to sleep was how could I love someone with so much passion, so much care so much love and warmth that I struggled to find because I had none, to be wasted and thrown away.