If only I told you back then.
I went back to the city for a visit. There was something in my heart that cut me deeply. If only I told him….
The bus stopped near the church. I threw his leather jacket that he left at Whatsername's apartment once over my shoulder. The only memory I have of him….
A single black rose was found in my hands, as I walked through the grave yard. I looked for his grave. Why did he commit suicide? He had to know…
I touched the words as I found it. There were only my other roses. "St. Jimmy," I whispered. Tears streamed down my cheek. "St. Jimmy, I'm bisexual. I'm still in love with the rebel, but more in love with someone else. He was amazing, his black hair was too cool, I mean half saved and half hair….it was like yours. He had the most awesome clothing and eyeliner made his dark eyes stand out.
"Ya, St. Jimmy, he did drugs like you. He got me started on them. He did break the love of my life apart from me. But, he was, he was…." I sniffed "He was you, Jimmy."
I started crying, "Oh, Jimmy, I should have never told you to leave me alone. You should have known someone loves you." I touched a photo I left their, framed, of me and him. There's a bright smile across my face and Jimmy was smirking. I kissed the grave stone. "You were a saint, Jimmy. You were to me. You open up a different side of me. I just wished…you stayed."
A blow of wind touches my shoulder sand to my cheek. It felt like lips touching my cheek.
I look behind me and see a shadow. It's dark and it reminds me of Jimmy. It smiles to me then fades away. I open my eyes and realized there was nothing.
But the wind, I felt it. It did feel like a kiss. And Till this day, I still think it's a sign from St. Jimmy.
A/N: Sweet but sad and yet weird American idiot fanfic. Hope you guys like it, don't forget to review oh and BTW I made Tony Vincent cry….of happy tears! It's a long story but will be on my profile soon keep an eye on the facts 9Or check out my favorites on twitter Lizsername)