Greaser ☾Ethan Dolan

Twenty Seven ☾

♡ Dear heart,
There's this boy that you want me to like, but I don't know how to, so if you would please stop beating so fast when he comes by..that would be lovely.

Dear eyes,
There's this boy that always catches you, and doesn't let me focus. You are always drawn to him for reasons that he doesn't know, so for the sake of your friend the heart not to break, please forget him, don't admire him so much.. let me focus.

Dear mouth,
There's this boy that makes you stutter. When your friend the eyes admire him you water, when he speaks to me you choke. For the sake of keeping me from being embarrassed don't stutter, talk to him normally, but not too much.

Dear us,
There's this boy that captivates all of our senses, he draws us in, he makes us nervous, and he makes us excited and happy. Don't blame it on our eyes because you control them, don't blame it on our mouth because you control it.. and most definitely don't blame it on our heart.. because we don't even have it, he does. ♡

Is sat in my bed reading over the paper over and over again. Whenever I read I try my best to compare it to my life, so it is easier for me to comprehend what is going on.

What scares me the most is.. I didn't have to try very hard to relate to this one. Why? Why does this poem stand out to me so much?

I thought about it, for quite a while. If you know anything about me you would know I'm fairly smart, and I tend to be able to read people pretty well. I've always given great advice, but my biggest weakness is not being able to take it.

Whenever I don't understand what I'm feeling or I'm confused, I write. Well songs, never will I ever perform them, their mostly for me. When I write them and I sing them they just make me feel better.

As I wrote on the paper I was in lust with the rhythm, and made love with words. My pen acted as a funnel for my emotions, and the paper was the treasure chest to kept them safe from the world.

After a while of writing and sneezing continuously, I finally rolled out of bed and decided to get dressed. The monkeys and I are going to 'the mafia house' today, which apparently is a mansion in the middle of no where, where the Dolan's live and have meetings and stuff.

I threw on some light wash ripped jeans, and a pink long sleeve shirt that says 'angel' on it that was bought during the shopping trip with Red. She seems to like clothes with words on them I guess. I left my hair down, and grabbed my phone as long as my pack of cough drops that have done nothing, but I'm too paranoid to stop taking them.

I walked down stairs almost falling down from sneezing and leaning forward to hard. I regained my balance and squinted from the sunlight. I walked in the kitchen intending on grabbing some tea, but I stopped when I noticed someone familiar.

I slipped through them getting to the fridge when the familiar voice spoke up as I grabbed my creamer for the tea.

"Hey Liv I heard you were sick." Brooks said. I smiled and nodded followed by a painful cough. "Yeah, I-I am." I said quietly sniffling. He gave a sincere smile silently telling me to feel better through his eyes. I smiled as I poured the hot water in my mug.

Nick pulled the bacon out of his mouth that was hanging there and smiled widely. "Morning sissy." He said chewing the bacon. I scrunched my face and shook my head whispering back a 'good morning.'

Max was busy with a whole pancake in his mouth and syrup all over his hands, so he just waved through his sticky fingers making me giggle.

My phone buzzed in my butt distracting me from the monkeys and Brooks. I answered my phone and put it on speaker as I sat on the stool next to Max.