I'm sick of the love songs we sing,
where the boy gets the girl,
and that's it.
What about me and the boy I love?
The struggle to survive?
The blood on my fingers
as I try to climb a rock wall
with no end in sight.
What about the good times we used to have?
The moments we shared?
Somehow I think of them
with
every
passing
night.
they are my e v e r y t h i n g
my neverending plight
but
you
sit
at
home,
singing words of love in his ears,
holding his hands,
hugging him tight.
I'm sick of singing love songs
for other people.
-Yugyeom
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Ink Stained Hands | Yugyeom & Jackson
FanfictionInk stained hands, I don't even notice them. How can I, when I'm looking at you? [or the collection of short texts where Jackson loves Yugyeom with all his heart but his heart isn't what Yugyeom wants]
