Be Weary Of The Metaphors
Title: Be Weary Of The Metaphors
Pairing:PetexMikey
Summary: Summer of Like, just read it.
Rated: pg-13
Do you remember last summer, the sugar coated poison that rotted our teeth. That bled into our systems and let us fly. The warm waters lapping at our feet, waiting for the sun to go down. Sitting quietly, just sitting, and watching the sun die. It burnt out that night, but in turn lit a new flame.
Not a slow burning flicker, but a more rampant spark. Like a Black Cat firework. The stumbling and hushed voices. I captured everything you meant to say with my lips. Pressed against a dirty bus, hands creeping, searching for something to hold onto.
I didn’t know what I was doing, I still don’t. The clank of a buckle, jeans layed dying on the ground, clinging to our ankles in an attempt to stay alive. The heat, the fever, gnawing on our nerves. I hadn’t felt it try to break me in so long.
Passing out later on the same bus. Still too hot but too young, too stupid to notice. We banged the doldrums. Upset the euqatorial calms in the warm, still waters. It was something that would never last, something that had to be reset with the alarm clocks and the time off.
Inside jokes made codewords for sudden bursts of dangerous nostalgia. It never meant more than it was to you, it still means more than it ever did for me. I’m hopeless, and hopeful. I let myself break my own heart this time. We’re still best friends (ex “friends”) until the end. Better off as lovers and not the other way around.