Less hate,more love♥️{COMPLETED}

🔥chapter 4🥤

Rich's pov
Home.the one place I didn't want to be,a part of me wanted to pack up everything and leave.i shook my head,"I can't leave Michael..."I thought as I sat on my bed.i heard my dad stumble upstairs,I sighed."Christ he's drunk again."I thought,I took off my muscle shirt.i winced as I looked at My scars,I hate them.But yet,Michael thinks they're beautiful.

I smiled,Michael.That's the one person that actually cares about me in this fucked up world,and his moms...they're so nice.A/N oh yeah did I mention that this story would have angst?no?oh...shoot,ok back to the story,if I had one wish it would be being with Michael forever.i stiffened up a bit,"no...I can't think about...that night."I thought.i grabbed my notebook and began to write another poem:

"The hottest party of the year"

A poem by Richard Canonico Goranski

"The chilled bite of October keeps us in.
The crowded,vile,and bleak indoors.
I am a slave to their standards and fads,from classic rock to name-brand stores.
I don't laugh or dance,but I'm not alone.
My master yanks my golden chains.
Not sweets or sex material things can soothe my growing,burning pains.
I must get free.there must be a way.
Red cups of courage won't keep it away.
With a flick and a flicker,I don't have to obey.Heat licks up the walls, they burn and give way...
Into the night they flee from the tinder and leave I,the rejected, there with cinder.
And I stay."