A/N: Just a small drabble-type thing. Cranny. Follows the storyline if Craig and Manny had gotten married and had the baby (even though there's no specific mention of said baby in ficlet). What if Craig's bipolarity had presented in this situation? How would Manny deal with it? Enjoy! XD
Telling Lies
by Holden Hit Hollywood
# Oh what tangled webs we weave, when first we practice to decieve. #
You can't seem to stop leaving. I don't understand it. Sooner or later, you're gonna have to tell me what you think you're doing, because I sure as hell can't figure it out. Make up your mind. Tell me your decision. Make us real, or get out of the fantasy. I feel like I can't even see you anymore. The face you once had is fading, and I can't hold on to the image. I have a picture of you in my pocket that I carry around everywhere. It's really not as stalker-ish as it sounds. Just that I want you near. And you're not.
What I don't understand is why you keep coming back. If you hate me so much, hate this life enough to leave it, then why do you come back to me? Do you really hate me so much that you'd give me that false hope, only to wrench it from my hands when you feel the need? I really really hope that isn't the case. Because then I'd have to hate you back, and I never want to hate you again; it hurts too much. I can't take it another time.
More importantly... why do I offer you redemption every single time? Am I in that deep? Emma says I should just give up on you and let Ash try to fix you. She seems so eager, after all. But I must admit, I'm selfish. I want to be the one, the only one you see. I want to be there for you when you need me. I want you to be there for me. I've been wrong about so many things, too many things that I can't go back on now. But I don't want to be wrong about you, not this time. Please, don't make me wrong about you.
I feel like I'm in a maze. Tangled up, trapped in you. The lies that die on your lips keep me here, because sometimes I want to believe them. We'll be a happy family. We tried. I'll never leave you. You can't help yourself. Everything will be okay. It was, for a while. You tell these lies unable to fathom that they will ever become lies. You see them as pure truth, and aspire to these self-proclaimed truths. And I can't fault you for believing in them. Can I? Do I want to?
I just want you to stop leaving me. What will it take? I don't understand it. Sooner or later, you're gonna have to tell me what you think you're doing, because I sure as hell can't figure it out. Make up your mind. Tell me your decision.
