Boys Don't Cry
I stared helplessly after the boy who brought me so much joy, but at the same time the hardest pain I've ever felt. "Please don't go again...." I whispered softly, my voice cracking as I wanted to just give up and break down into tears. Will it be a week? A month? A year? How long will the boy I love vanish for this time? "Damien...." I stared into the cold eyes that I crave to see every night, wondering when the next time I'll actually get to see them will be. But boys don't cry.
When can I run my hands through that hair again? This may be the last time for a while, and the thought is tearing me up inside. How did I come to care so much for the demon that once fired me into the sky for a fat boy's amusement? I may not know the answer, but I do care for him beyond all reason, so I want to scream out in pain and show how I actually feel about him going. But boys don't cry.
My lips meet his, and for a moment the world stops to let me linger in the taste of saliva combined with the overwhelming happiness. The British boy everyone loves to hate and the son of Satan? It didn't make sense even to me how it happened, but no one could ever replace the joy Damien brings to me every time he comes to South Park. Then, of course, he breaks my heart once more by leaving. But still, boys don't cry.
His arms wrap easily around my waist, and I would very much like to melt into him and never have to leave. But I know when the embrace is over he's leaving, and I'll spend eternity just waiting for the gothic boy to return to me, and touch me once more. God only knows when I can be in the son of Satan's arms again, so as Damien disappeared yet again from my life, I don't care about being a boy. I broke down and cried.