Clutter
Title: Clutter
Disclaimer: I don't know or own the members of Good Charlotte.
Pairing: Pick your own! Visualize what you please.
Dedication: Ummm I forget who suggested using this song for a fic... but you're rad and this is for you!!!
Summary: Worry not for the things you have done. Worry not for the things you have said. Worry not for the man you have become. I trust that things shall get better, but I know they cannot possibly happen while I am here.
A/N: Sorry if this sucks a lot. I'm not sure the song really fits with the fic, but umm you decide? Hopefully none of you beat me cuz it's shit.
*song is by TBS, I don't own that either*
Just think of this and me as just a few of the many things
To lie around, to clutter up your shelves.
An enraged hand swept the contents of a shelf clean of all things that had lain atop it undisturbed for so long. As if in slow motion, a glass picture frame fell to the floor. Like a thousand forgotten memories of sweeter times, the frame shattered at my feet taking thousands of years to break upon the troubled ground. The frame was a gift, now it is broken and useless. This whole thing, has become a farce. The pieces surrounded the picture it had loyally held for so long, even as it lie broken. I wonder if my loyalty shattered along with it? I wonder if something more permanent has broken? Sweep my feelings onto the floor and watch them crack as words spewed from a hateful mouth, falling from a venomous tongue with no cares for the tears rolling down my pale cheeks. Worry not of what you say, worry not for the man you love that you have so broken, worry not, my darling…
And I wish you weren't worth the wait
Cause there's some things I'd like to say to you.
There were plenty of things said last night. Enough words to make up for the fact that I said nothing. Tired. I've become so tired of all of this. So exhausted that I don't dare talk back, even when everything said is all lies. It's just not worth it. The anger. The hate. The open resentment. The emotions come and go so quickly. I know that soon there will be whispered apologies and promises of never again. And if it weren't for the person I knew so well, the person I loved and respected so totally because I knew deep down the beauty that was held, I would have left long ago. But I've held on for glimpses of that jaded magnificence that sparkles in your sweet eyes when the lighting is right and there is no one in the world but you and I. Now all too often it seems that even when no one is here, these rooms have become so crowded…
And I don't think that you know what you've been missing.
Cause I don't think that you know what you've been missing.
So now I stand here, and stare at this broken frame that is symbolic of so much more than all the pieces it has become. Tears sting at my eyes threatening to fall once again as memories that I so treasure bombard me once again. Broken memories. Have you care for anything that we've shared? A broken home. Have you noticed nothing's the same anymore? My broken spirit. Have you noticed I'm not the same anymore? The question that scares me the most is do you even care?
And I dare you to forget the marks you left across my neck
From those nights when we were both found at our best.
Nothing in mind. Those sweet nights together forgotten as an argument began and temper flared once again. All too often have I seen this as of late. Instead of whispering promises of forever, frequent clashing of opinions result in spilled blood, a bruised ego and pink tears. I've put up with this so long. I want to stay here forever just to see your beautiful face once more. Just to hear you whisper those sweet words that always follow a night like this. To catch but one more glimpse of the world-weary man of so many more years than his age who loves all things but is so scared, so scared… Your strong arms wrapped around me, heat radiating from your body and I feel secure. How can it be that the one person that can strike terror into my heart is the only person I truly feel safe with?
Now I could make this obvious
And you, you could deny me
So easily you forget all that you have done. Too easily. And what will happen the next time we quarrel? What will happen the time after that? Of course, you would look down ashamed of all you have done and swear it will never happen again. Oh, but it will. It always does. Where will we be the next time? In front of your friends? Eyes so large and filled with tears and the pained expression on your face will make me feel guilty. I, with the bruise face and the many battle scars, will feel culpable. My family? But you would enfold me in your arms and place butterfly kisses on my exposed throat. What of it, you would whisper. You would not answer the question. You never do.
All in one breath
You could shrug me off your shoulders.
My hands are shaking. If you could see me now, the long minutes that pass after all you have done to me. But you leave, so quickly. Rage in your eyes and hate in your heart, you up and flee. Leave me here. Let me stand. Let me set. Let me lie on the floor with limbs that ache too greatly to be of any use. Let me be alone to wallow in all that is wrong with this world, while never allowing myself to admit that what is actually wrong is with you. There is only so long you or I can pretend. That is what started this whole thing. I couldn't take it anymore and I called you on it. I called you on every thing you have put my body through. The bruises. The cuts. The blood. The pain. The hate. The love that has bonded me to you for so long. You tore your eyes away. I will not look, you said. I couldn't do those things to you, I've never done those things to you, but I pressed and I pressed and you would not have it. No. You would not admit that inside you lives a fiend and he frequents the surface and shreds my body.
And I don't think that you know what you've been missing.
Cause I don't think that you know what you've been missing.
Up to leave. You must run away, only this time you try to leave before anything happens. My hand on your shoulder and you paused, turned and paused. Look at me, eyes wide, so wide, I love you. I just want you to stay. Please. Just look at what you've done. Please. The drops of sadness fall from your lashes and you shake your head. No. No you cannot. My hand is thrown from your shoulder and you begin to scream. Horrid things leave your lips and entrap me with the sincerity of your voice. Did you know that I always believe what you say? You have a gift for making lies ring as true as a bell. And even when I know that these things you accuse me of have never happened, your voice convinces me otherwise. I must have done something to make you so angry. I'm sorry, so sorry.
Hey lush, have fun. It's the weekend.
Hey lush, have fun.
Hey lush, have fun. It's the weekend.
Hey lush, have fun.
Don't leave me. Whatever you do, don't leave me! I beg and grab onto you as your fist pummels into me, making the spots it touches white hot. I know that after tonight I will have more marks. Crashing from the shelf, so slowly. The glass picture frame that was a gift that held the picture of you and I. When you used to hold on to me as tight as I held on to you. I could have stopped it. I could have caught it, it moved so slow. If I had just reached out my hand, I could have stopped the frame from smashing and saved those memories. But I let it fall. Fall to the ground and break. Scatter your broken pieces all over the floor. To the left. To the right. Anywhere you please. Let them fall and mark this ground, like so many pieces of shrapnel. And I stood with tears coursing down my pale cheeks, staring at this mess and crying because your broke this frame that held the picture of you and I. This frame that was so much more than a frame that had held the picture that was so much more than a picture.
No, I don't think that you know what you've been missing.
No, I don't think that you know what you've been missing.
I must move now. I cannot stand here. As much as I do not wish to, I have to rip my eyes from this scene. Who would have ever guessed that the final straw would have been something as silly as a broken picture frame? Not the words that you spoke. Not all the times that you had left me battered and alone. But the ability to carelessly destroy the sweet simplicities of life we had enjoyed; those memories that I had clung to.
Hey lush, have fun. It's the weekend.
Hey lush, have fun.
I cannot stay here any longer and all of a sudden my body is moving of it's own accord. I am going through the actions without really registering what I'm doing. I don't need my things. I don't need anything. All I need is my coat, my keys and the understanding that that jaded beauty that I loved for so long, the stunning and magnificently enchanting Paul that I grew to care so deeply for no longer exists. I do not know who has taken his place. Perhaps I never shall. And I will be a better man for not knowing the wiser.
Just forget me. It's that simple.
Worry not for the things you have done. Worry not for the things you have said. Worry not for the man you have become. I trust that things shall get better, but I know they cannot possibly happen while I am here. This link to your past that you so badly need to sever to move forward. Just clutter on your shelves. So much clutter on your shelves. Swipe from them everything and start anew. So I sign my name to the paper and wish that you never forget me.
Just forget me. It's that simple.
…Though I can't help but feel you have already.
And maybe it's for the best.
Disclaimer: I don't know or own the members of Good Charlotte.
Pairing: Pick your own! Visualize what you please.
Dedication: Ummm I forget who suggested using this song for a fic... but you're rad and this is for you!!!
Summary: Worry not for the things you have done. Worry not for the things you have said. Worry not for the man you have become. I trust that things shall get better, but I know they cannot possibly happen while I am here.
A/N: Sorry if this sucks a lot. I'm not sure the song really fits with the fic, but umm you decide? Hopefully none of you beat me cuz it's shit.
*song is by TBS, I don't own that either*
Just think of this and me as just a few of the many things
To lie around, to clutter up your shelves.
An enraged hand swept the contents of a shelf clean of all things that had lain atop it undisturbed for so long. As if in slow motion, a glass picture frame fell to the floor. Like a thousand forgotten memories of sweeter times, the frame shattered at my feet taking thousands of years to break upon the troubled ground. The frame was a gift, now it is broken and useless. This whole thing, has become a farce. The pieces surrounded the picture it had loyally held for so long, even as it lie broken. I wonder if my loyalty shattered along with it? I wonder if something more permanent has broken? Sweep my feelings onto the floor and watch them crack as words spewed from a hateful mouth, falling from a venomous tongue with no cares for the tears rolling down my pale cheeks. Worry not of what you say, worry not for the man you love that you have so broken, worry not, my darling…
And I wish you weren't worth the wait
Cause there's some things I'd like to say to you.
There were plenty of things said last night. Enough words to make up for the fact that I said nothing. Tired. I've become so tired of all of this. So exhausted that I don't dare talk back, even when everything said is all lies. It's just not worth it. The anger. The hate. The open resentment. The emotions come and go so quickly. I know that soon there will be whispered apologies and promises of never again. And if it weren't for the person I knew so well, the person I loved and respected so totally because I knew deep down the beauty that was held, I would have left long ago. But I've held on for glimpses of that jaded magnificence that sparkles in your sweet eyes when the lighting is right and there is no one in the world but you and I. Now all too often it seems that even when no one is here, these rooms have become so crowded…
And I don't think that you know what you've been missing.
Cause I don't think that you know what you've been missing.
So now I stand here, and stare at this broken frame that is symbolic of so much more than all the pieces it has become. Tears sting at my eyes threatening to fall once again as memories that I so treasure bombard me once again. Broken memories. Have you care for anything that we've shared? A broken home. Have you noticed nothing's the same anymore? My broken spirit. Have you noticed I'm not the same anymore? The question that scares me the most is do you even care?
And I dare you to forget the marks you left across my neck
From those nights when we were both found at our best.
Nothing in mind. Those sweet nights together forgotten as an argument began and temper flared once again. All too often have I seen this as of late. Instead of whispering promises of forever, frequent clashing of opinions result in spilled blood, a bruised ego and pink tears. I've put up with this so long. I want to stay here forever just to see your beautiful face once more. Just to hear you whisper those sweet words that always follow a night like this. To catch but one more glimpse of the world-weary man of so many more years than his age who loves all things but is so scared, so scared… Your strong arms wrapped around me, heat radiating from your body and I feel secure. How can it be that the one person that can strike terror into my heart is the only person I truly feel safe with?
Now I could make this obvious
And you, you could deny me
So easily you forget all that you have done. Too easily. And what will happen the next time we quarrel? What will happen the time after that? Of course, you would look down ashamed of all you have done and swear it will never happen again. Oh, but it will. It always does. Where will we be the next time? In front of your friends? Eyes so large and filled with tears and the pained expression on your face will make me feel guilty. I, with the bruise face and the many battle scars, will feel culpable. My family? But you would enfold me in your arms and place butterfly kisses on my exposed throat. What of it, you would whisper. You would not answer the question. You never do.
All in one breath
You could shrug me off your shoulders.
My hands are shaking. If you could see me now, the long minutes that pass after all you have done to me. But you leave, so quickly. Rage in your eyes and hate in your heart, you up and flee. Leave me here. Let me stand. Let me set. Let me lie on the floor with limbs that ache too greatly to be of any use. Let me be alone to wallow in all that is wrong with this world, while never allowing myself to admit that what is actually wrong is with you. There is only so long you or I can pretend. That is what started this whole thing. I couldn't take it anymore and I called you on it. I called you on every thing you have put my body through. The bruises. The cuts. The blood. The pain. The hate. The love that has bonded me to you for so long. You tore your eyes away. I will not look, you said. I couldn't do those things to you, I've never done those things to you, but I pressed and I pressed and you would not have it. No. You would not admit that inside you lives a fiend and he frequents the surface and shreds my body.
And I don't think that you know what you've been missing.
Cause I don't think that you know what you've been missing.
Up to leave. You must run away, only this time you try to leave before anything happens. My hand on your shoulder and you paused, turned and paused. Look at me, eyes wide, so wide, I love you. I just want you to stay. Please. Just look at what you've done. Please. The drops of sadness fall from your lashes and you shake your head. No. No you cannot. My hand is thrown from your shoulder and you begin to scream. Horrid things leave your lips and entrap me with the sincerity of your voice. Did you know that I always believe what you say? You have a gift for making lies ring as true as a bell. And even when I know that these things you accuse me of have never happened, your voice convinces me otherwise. I must have done something to make you so angry. I'm sorry, so sorry.
Hey lush, have fun. It's the weekend.
Hey lush, have fun.
Hey lush, have fun. It's the weekend.
Hey lush, have fun.
Don't leave me. Whatever you do, don't leave me! I beg and grab onto you as your fist pummels into me, making the spots it touches white hot. I know that after tonight I will have more marks. Crashing from the shelf, so slowly. The glass picture frame that was a gift that held the picture of you and I. When you used to hold on to me as tight as I held on to you. I could have stopped it. I could have caught it, it moved so slow. If I had just reached out my hand, I could have stopped the frame from smashing and saved those memories. But I let it fall. Fall to the ground and break. Scatter your broken pieces all over the floor. To the left. To the right. Anywhere you please. Let them fall and mark this ground, like so many pieces of shrapnel. And I stood with tears coursing down my pale cheeks, staring at this mess and crying because your broke this frame that held the picture of you and I. This frame that was so much more than a frame that had held the picture that was so much more than a picture.
No, I don't think that you know what you've been missing.
No, I don't think that you know what you've been missing.
I must move now. I cannot stand here. As much as I do not wish to, I have to rip my eyes from this scene. Who would have ever guessed that the final straw would have been something as silly as a broken picture frame? Not the words that you spoke. Not all the times that you had left me battered and alone. But the ability to carelessly destroy the sweet simplicities of life we had enjoyed; those memories that I had clung to.
Hey lush, have fun. It's the weekend.
Hey lush, have fun.
I cannot stay here any longer and all of a sudden my body is moving of it's own accord. I am going through the actions without really registering what I'm doing. I don't need my things. I don't need anything. All I need is my coat, my keys and the understanding that that jaded beauty that I loved for so long, the stunning and magnificently enchanting Paul that I grew to care so deeply for no longer exists. I do not know who has taken his place. Perhaps I never shall. And I will be a better man for not knowing the wiser.
Just forget me. It's that simple.
Worry not for the things you have done. Worry not for the things you have said. Worry not for the man you have become. I trust that things shall get better, but I know they cannot possibly happen while I am here. This link to your past that you so badly need to sever to move forward. Just clutter on your shelves. So much clutter on your shelves. Swipe from them everything and start anew. So I sign my name to the paper and wish that you never forget me.
Just forget me. It's that simple.
…Though I can't help but feel you have already.
And maybe it's for the best.