Saturday, June 6
take a ride on the purple train
tell yourself you ain't hurting
not anymore,
'cause he cut out your heart
with his own words and venomous tongue
i'm fine now,
'cause my heart isn't beating
and it isn't hurting anymore
he prays, and
he hopes,
but when he looks into the other's eyes,
he knows he's wishing
for something that just isn't there
(not anymore.)
so the glass shatters
the butterflies are plucked
from midair
and the clouds
look blood red tonight
birds screech, they don't sing anymore
and the flowers bleed their precious nectar
it drips, drips, drips...
like his heart
aching, leaking, clenching...
then it starts to pour,
when the other doesn't even bother to pierce it
(he just looks away, from the beautiful
bleeding mess.)
so he waits, and waits, and waits
somemore.
until his bones show
in all their purity
because he stopped breathing
and his heart stopped beating
a long time ago,
when the other said,
(
who are you.)
he mars perfect porcelain skin, vengeful
(
how -)
he tears at the soft flesh, jealous
(
how could -)
he tastes blood that isn't his own, envy
(
how could you -)
he hears the mewls of pain, rage
(
how could you be -)
he slams the other into the wall again, hateful
(
how could you be so -)
he doesn't hear the other pleading his name, blinded
(
how could you be so beautiful.)
the rain starts.
the river flows, hurryingly
the current washes away and bruises
fast, unforgiving, sharp
the raindrops slice his heart.
pound, pound, pound -
hey.
he feels warm fingers against his cheek
he can't see, not until he feels soft lips against his eyelids
unconditional, understanding, waiting
hey, he says again.
...
hey.
he feels the smile,
and it brings one to his lips too
(or do both belong to the other?)
the rain stops
but he's still cold.
...
he's always said
i love youbut he's never heard it back.
jaejoong wonders why
and thinks it's his fault
so he tells himself to try, harder,
everytime
but he's never heard those words
slip past yunho's lips
even on a rainy day
and jaejoong is the only thing that he can hold on to
so jaejoong tries and tries and tries and -
stop.he doesn't,
every single time.
please love me.
(he doesn't hear the
i can't,
always)
I don't know what brought on the angst ):
probably all the fics I've been reading in the community
and my brain's screaming at me