ok people I have posted this before but I didn't like it so now I am reposting it. It's short R&R
Disclaimer: I do not own Maaimum Ride or Breathe
Breathe
It's been Two and a half years now since the day Fang left.I still can't believe he did. I feel like the next time a group of fly boys comes I'll just call Fang to help me, but he's not here to the night he left we had had a fight and he got so mad he ran off. Then never came still hasn't and we all know he wont.
I
blame my self but the flock says other wise.I just hope he changes
his mind and comes back.
I try to stay strong but Angel knows I'm
not and she tells Nudge everything, and nudge, well, we all know
Nudge. So I thing Iggy and gazzy know 's like my life is a
tragic story in the movies with a ending no one wants to watch. I
don't have a choice, It's my life.I don't know what to do with out
him. Angel says I have to breath.
The
problem is we knew each other in and out, like the back of our hands,
Two parts of one one away and the other is only half
living. i am that half. I can't get a clean jagged edges.I
still feel I'm holding that breath, the last I took before half of Mr
died. I have to breath but I just can't. I can't.
I
never saw him hurt or down. no one did. He was always Mr"
Show-no-emotion". It was
like an old warn out road.I
tried to go around bumps and swerve around trouble, but nothing could
save e
is no way around. Just straight through and hope you survive.
We didn't. Plain and simple.
Where
is my rest stop, my break. The School, Itex, and now Fang
leaving me.The voice in my
head keeps saying, " There are no breaks in life Max. Not for
you."Nothing and no one can save me me from this pain. No air to
heal, cause I'm holding on to the past. Holding my last breath.
Some people say love is like a drug, love is a drug. Those people are wrong. Love is that and more. You let that person in and when they leave .... It's not somthing easy to get over, and you never fully recover.
It's
two am, I'm on watch, I now feel and let loose the loss
and pain of a
lost friend. It's not easy
and I hope he knows, I just don't want
to breath. I can't let go. I don't want to breathe but I have to heal
this break.
We
where never really simple he and I, and when he left he left me all
broken and in a mess. Not a clear break that heals easy, but lots of
painful cracks to 's not, never was, and never will be easy.
But I have to breathe.
No simplicity, no clean breaks,,just
a left over breath that
I have held for to long ,
and now I must let it as I sit here I cry,I finally breath.
It's ruff and hard, but I'll I have to do, is breathe.
So there you go folks! PLEASE review! Flames welcome!It's that green button right there!
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