AN: Ok so this stemed from a toned down sugar induced urge to write a Martha/Rose fanfic. Yes I know its crazy so I tried to capture that random instinct and put into a slightly more plausible senerio here. Poor Rose... Poor Doctor.2 but yay martha cause normally I don't love her at all so she gets some Oreo's of her own tonight.
DW
Somehow I find myself wanting to talk to Martha
Wanting to just rant
And vent
And have someone understand
It isn't the same
That the Doctor is not
John Smith
I long for some advice
From someone who has been through
Almost as much as me
He has the eyes of the Ninth Doctor
The voice of the tenth
Telling me that he misses everything
Telling me he needs more
The sad thing is that
I completely agree
I need more than just him
And he needs more than just me
Still we are stuck
To fend for ourselves
Clutching on to what we think
Is our last foothold to sanity
Our figment of hope
He does do domestic
He was a great big liar when it came down to it
He was never ok
I don't do sitting still very well now that
I have no objective or goal
Too restless
No direction because
To try and go back would crush his soul
To admit that he is too alike for me to look at and not want to cry
Everything he has
Everything he is lacking
Something about this universe screams wrong
When he told me what is going to happen to Donna
I threw a vase at his head
I ran out of the room
I ran out into the rain
Dramatic I know
But this Universe has opportune moments down to an art
Like it is providing for its guests
The people that don't really belong
Do you have any idea at all Martha?
How much I admire you.
You were the stronger
The braver
The better
You Martha Jones
Moved on
-DW-