My first song fic. I don't even know if it makes sense, but tell me what you think.
In the POV of Paul London.
You've got this new
head filled up with smoke
I've got my veins all tangled close
to
the jukebox bars you frequent
The safest place to hide
I need him. I don't say it often, but I do. I look up at him as he speaks, tearing my heart in two.
"We need some time apart… or at least, I need some time to think." He says, turning on his heel, leaving me here. Empty.
A long night spent
with your most obvious weakness.
You start shaking at the
thought
You are everything I want
Cause you are everything I'm
not
He rolls off of me, a sheen coat of sweat covers his chest as drops of the salty substance slide down the side of his face.
"We gotta stop doing this." He pants. "I'm still thinking."
I nod in response. He looks at me before climbing back on top of me for round two. Every thrust into my stiffened, sweaty body is just another stab at my pride. I look at the ceiling and make shapes with my mind in the texture. I wish I could give him up
We lay, we lay
together
Just not, too close, too close
(How close is close
enough?)
I watch him sleep, his eye twitching and his eyelash fluttering as he sighs softly. I'm gonna make damn sure that I get a chance to break him, the way he's broken me.
I just want to break
you down so badly
Well I trip over everything you say
I just
want to break you down so badly
In the worst way
"No."
"What do you mean, 'no'?" He asks, stuffing clothes into his bag.
"I don't want too." I say simply.
"Did you hear me right? I said 'Do you want to come up to my room?'." He says again. I nod.
"I heard you." I reply. "I just don't want too."
"Stop playing hard to get and pack your shit, princess." He says, slinging his bag over his shoulder.
"You broke me with your words…" I say, "Now I'm breaking you with mine." I leave the locker room feeling accomplished. Within twenty minutes, I'm below him again, feeling him twitch as he empties his seed into me.
"You are so
cool."
Scissor shaped, across the bed
You are red, violent
red
You hollow out my hungry eyes
I look at the razor in my hand as I press it to the blue line in my wrist that is my vain. I push and slide. It hurts so good. A drop hits the pillow he sleeps on when he comes over in an attempt to break me. Not gonna happen. Not today, not tomorrow, not ever.
I'm gonna make damn
sure
That you can't ever leave me
No you won't ever get too far
from me
No won't ever get too far from me
Song is property of Taking Back Sunday.
Finished.