a/n: I'm experimenting in free verse at the moment for a few reasons. a) it's a genre I've never really explored and I've got plenty of free time. b) I don't have to capitalize if I don't feel like it.
...
you prize yourself on your decisiveness;
logic has always been your friend,
your brain, the most prized of your possessions.
(why the hell won't it work now?)
because somewhere between hello, my name is seamus,
and we can get together next week, right?
you fell in love:
the one thing you promised yourself you'd never do.
(but the problem is, dean is there, always there).
dean;
the man for whom you would give everything
(if only to have him back).
and the innermost part of you, the most insecure part,
it wonders whether seamus will ever be enough.
he can make you laugh,
(but he can't make you cry).
when you are with him, there are always three:
seamus, dean, you.
the two pull your heartstrings, unknowingly, unintentionally,
and you think you're dying because
you
can't
decide.
and you wonder how anyone can live like this.
they say two is company and three makes a crowd...
you never did like crowds.
(he left. he left you. he left you behind.)
and the agony is too much;
seamus, dean, seamus, dean, seamusdeanseamusdeanseamusdean-
running, and silence. finally.
