Missing by Eire
Re-edited
Usual Disclaimer : Nothing belongs to me yadayada, if you don't know who they belong to then you haven't spent much time reading the credits.
This is a really short piece, it just came to me and I had to do something with it. Just for the record Zack is alive, I know this, you know this, it's just Max doesn't J
I thought I'd found it.
When I found Logan, I thought I had found everything I was looking for, peace, serenity, and contentment.
He made me feel safe, secure loved, for the first time I felt at home and I thought that this is what love is, but I was wrong.
Lying here listening to his heartbeat inside me, I realise I was oh so wrong.
When I found him again, I felt, I don't think there are words to describe how I felt, a part of me recognised him as the family I had been searching for, but a deeper part of me realised there was something more, something primal and deep within me responded to him when I held him for the first time and not just sexually.
I felt my body overcome with feelings that I didn't understand, and didn't, couldn't accept.
Over the last few months I've fought harder and harder against feeling this way towards him. I've hidden every feeling deep within me and I've done what I always do I've run away.
I ran towards Logan, towards the safety and the contentment and the peace, cos I knew. Deep down inside I knew that I wouldn't find any of that with Zack. I would find something altogether different.
There would be no peace, no serenity.
Just fire, passion and eventually pain.
So now lying here with his heart beating inside me I've finally realised what love i.
It's not peace, serenity contentment, and poetry.
Love is pain, hardship, passion and sacrifice.
Love is what Zack could have gave me had I let him, but I didn't and all I'm left with now, is the one part of him he has always gave freely, his heart.
Can I go back to Logan, back to the flowers, the serenity.
Probably after all it's safety, I'll keep running away, although I know now deep down I can't.
How can I run away from what's inside me
Figuratively and literally
~end~
Re-edited
Usual Disclaimer : Nothing belongs to me yadayada, if you don't know who they belong to then you haven't spent much time reading the credits.
This is a really short piece, it just came to me and I had to do something with it. Just for the record Zack is alive, I know this, you know this, it's just Max doesn't J
I thought I'd found it.
When I found Logan, I thought I had found everything I was looking for, peace, serenity, and contentment.
He made me feel safe, secure loved, for the first time I felt at home and I thought that this is what love is, but I was wrong.
Lying here listening to his heartbeat inside me, I realise I was oh so wrong.
When I found him again, I felt, I don't think there are words to describe how I felt, a part of me recognised him as the family I had been searching for, but a deeper part of me realised there was something more, something primal and deep within me responded to him when I held him for the first time and not just sexually.
I felt my body overcome with feelings that I didn't understand, and didn't, couldn't accept.
Over the last few months I've fought harder and harder against feeling this way towards him. I've hidden every feeling deep within me and I've done what I always do I've run away.
I ran towards Logan, towards the safety and the contentment and the peace, cos I knew. Deep down inside I knew that I wouldn't find any of that with Zack. I would find something altogether different.
There would be no peace, no serenity.
Just fire, passion and eventually pain.
So now lying here with his heart beating inside me I've finally realised what love i.
It's not peace, serenity contentment, and poetry.
Love is pain, hardship, passion and sacrifice.
Love is what Zack could have gave me had I let him, but I didn't and all I'm left with now, is the one part of him he has always gave freely, his heart.
Can I go back to Logan, back to the flowers, the serenity.
Probably after all it's safety, I'll keep running away, although I know now deep down I can't.
How can I run away from what's inside me
Figuratively and literally
~end~
