A/N: Oh my God, I am the Queen of Cheese! Have mercy on me, I was listening
to "When Doves Cry" from the Romeo + Juliet Soundtrack. all day today.
Spoilers: Stray.
PG- 15, I guess. No bad words, just allusions. Still, don't want to offend anybody.
Feedback is good to the last drop. If you are offended by two men loving each other, turn back now, my child.
How can you just leave me standing? Alone in a world that's so cold?
I feel numb all over. I can't believe that I've correctly interpreted the words coming out of your mouth. Words about betrayal and trust. What about the words of love and longing that spilled out of that same mouth not three days ago? How could they be so easily forgotten? Is love only as strong as the visions of a ten-year old boy? You're telling me what he saw when he looked in my head, as if I don't know. He only saw the * potential * …you've seen deeper than that. Much deeper. Does that count for nothing? Does that not matter? It's not like you've been entirely up front with me. But I knew you would be someday…I loved you, and that was enough for me. I'm shaking now…the anger in your eyes….
Maybe I'm just too demanding…maybe I'm just like my father: too bold.
Did I ask too much of you? Is that what this is about? Did I push you too far, too soon? Sure, you made the first move, but should I have pursued it? Or should I have been the "responsible adult" and told you gently and politely, "thanks, but no thanks…really flattered, etc." Maybe Ryan was right about me. You tipped your hand and I took advantage. I ravaged your innocence…but you didn't seem to be complaining at the time. Unless they've changed the rules and "Yes, Lex, harder!," now qualifies as 'resisting my advances.' I did not consider what we had a gear in some great machine of my or my father's design! You're sounding more and more like your father, and less like the shy farmboy who used to kiss me full on the mouth.
Maybe you're just like my mother…she's never satisfied..
I have to wonder if we wouldn't have parted like this anyway. Blind lust can only last so long. Eventually, you would have tried to change me into someone you could tolerate loving. Or maybe you would have finally realized I wasn't worth your time. That no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't save me. Isn't that the basis for most of your relationships?
Why do we scream at each other? This is what it sounds like when doves cry…
I wonder if you're not just using Ryan as a way of bringing up your own, private doubts. I would never have hurt you. You don't believe me. I'd like to think that you're hurting, too. That this isn't easy for you. That this speech wasn't on your tongue in the same hour it was all over my body. But I know better. Fine, walk away with your long list of self-congratulatory reasons. I won't stop you. And I won't forget.
Spoilers: Stray.
PG- 15, I guess. No bad words, just allusions. Still, don't want to offend anybody.
Feedback is good to the last drop. If you are offended by two men loving each other, turn back now, my child.
How can you just leave me standing? Alone in a world that's so cold?
I feel numb all over. I can't believe that I've correctly interpreted the words coming out of your mouth. Words about betrayal and trust. What about the words of love and longing that spilled out of that same mouth not three days ago? How could they be so easily forgotten? Is love only as strong as the visions of a ten-year old boy? You're telling me what he saw when he looked in my head, as if I don't know. He only saw the * potential * …you've seen deeper than that. Much deeper. Does that count for nothing? Does that not matter? It's not like you've been entirely up front with me. But I knew you would be someday…I loved you, and that was enough for me. I'm shaking now…the anger in your eyes….
Maybe I'm just too demanding…maybe I'm just like my father: too bold.
Did I ask too much of you? Is that what this is about? Did I push you too far, too soon? Sure, you made the first move, but should I have pursued it? Or should I have been the "responsible adult" and told you gently and politely, "thanks, but no thanks…really flattered, etc." Maybe Ryan was right about me. You tipped your hand and I took advantage. I ravaged your innocence…but you didn't seem to be complaining at the time. Unless they've changed the rules and "Yes, Lex, harder!," now qualifies as 'resisting my advances.' I did not consider what we had a gear in some great machine of my or my father's design! You're sounding more and more like your father, and less like the shy farmboy who used to kiss me full on the mouth.
Maybe you're just like my mother…she's never satisfied..
I have to wonder if we wouldn't have parted like this anyway. Blind lust can only last so long. Eventually, you would have tried to change me into someone you could tolerate loving. Or maybe you would have finally realized I wasn't worth your time. That no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't save me. Isn't that the basis for most of your relationships?
Why do we scream at each other? This is what it sounds like when doves cry…
I wonder if you're not just using Ryan as a way of bringing up your own, private doubts. I would never have hurt you. You don't believe me. I'd like to think that you're hurting, too. That this isn't easy for you. That this speech wasn't on your tongue in the same hour it was all over my body. But I know better. Fine, walk away with your long list of self-congratulatory reasons. I won't stop you. And I won't forget.