Me: Hey everyone, I don't know about you but where I live {I'm not going to say where for all you creepers out there} Spring is in the air and Summer feels like it's just around the corner * Squeals like a fangirl* Anyways, here is a healthy helping of good old angst which everyone needs once in awhile so ENJOY!!!!!! BEWARE: FLAMES WILL BE USED TO ROAST MARSHMELLOEWS SO DON'T EVEN BOTHER IF YOU ARE GOING TO FLAME ME FOR SLASH!!!!
Reflections of a Shattered Heart
I don't know what it is about the kid that made me want him so much.
He was my best friend, someone I could trust, and although I would never tell him, love. I don't mean the brotherly way either.
I mean the kind of love that was between Mrs. And Mr. Curtis, the kind that made my pulse beat faster whenever I am around him and my mouth go dry whenever I'm around him, the kind that's the only thing holding me back from grabbing Ponyboy Michael Curtis by the arms and kissing him senseless.
Because even if he did love me back, even if he could accept it, no one else would.
I've seen the newspapers, the TV reports where people like us are half beaten to death, murdered, raped, and harassed. Found by friends or family with bloody slit wrists and empty eyes, with rope wrapped around their neck in a hangman's embrace, or curled up in a ball with empty pill bottles lining the counter.
But I won't let that happen. I won't let this love be the signature on our death warrant. Even if it means just being his older brother figure, his buddy, his best friend.
I'll hold back everything for him
. No matter the cost to me. I don't care if it kills me. I just care for him. Just him.
And the shattered heart of mine he unknowingly cradles in his hands…..