Dun do chlaid, dun do beil, eist le mo sceil!
TITLE: Untitled Oneshot
AUTHOR: unloved_metal
SUMMARY: Hiding under a beanie and fingerless gloves...
WARNING: Angst, Self Mutilation, Its me, what do you expect?!
DISCLAIMER: Never Happened, Dont Know, Don't Own, Dont Sue, Dont let the door hit ya where the good lord split ya!!
A/N: If I make anyone cry, my bad, its definitely unintentional! I love all you guys!
The days that I see you are few and far between.
The nights are even rarer.
So I’ve been hiding under a beanie and fingerless gloves. The gloves hide the wounds of my dedication. The beanie does it’s best to keep all thoughts of you at bay. But its no use. All thoughts are consumed by you. All my songs, all my art. Have you read the lyrics of And Love Said No lately? Loves Light Blue Led Me To You… Its practically an Ode.
An Ode to your blue pools of refreshing ocean hue.
I don’t miss you.
I fucking ache for you.
Moreover, you don’t seem to care. Then again, I can’t blame you for being talented at what you do. It would be akin to you blaming me for writing songs. It’s what we do. I can’t see why we can’t be together and still do what we do, though.
Now I’m depressed again. So I peel away my gloves and fumble around my wallet for my blade. Shifting my bracelets and watch, I let the sharp, shining metal simply drift across my already marked wrist. I guess you could say that this blade is in my hand because of love.
The blade is the real Love metal.
But you don't know what love is, do you?
Our love is our, well my Razorblade romance.
Us.
But is there still an us? I hope to god there is.
I couldn’t live knowing you had stopped caring, because, right now, you’re the only one.
The days I see you are few and far between, and no amount of time can heal my heartache.
AUTHOR: unloved_metal
SUMMARY: Hiding under a beanie and fingerless gloves...
WARNING: Angst, Self Mutilation, Its me, what do you expect?!
DISCLAIMER: Never Happened, Dont Know, Don't Own, Dont Sue, Dont let the door hit ya where the good lord split ya!!
A/N: If I make anyone cry, my bad, its definitely unintentional! I love all you guys!
The days that I see you are few and far between.
The nights are even rarer.
So I’ve been hiding under a beanie and fingerless gloves. The gloves hide the wounds of my dedication. The beanie does it’s best to keep all thoughts of you at bay. But its no use. All thoughts are consumed by you. All my songs, all my art. Have you read the lyrics of And Love Said No lately? Loves Light Blue Led Me To You… Its practically an Ode.
An Ode to your blue pools of refreshing ocean hue.
I don’t miss you.
I fucking ache for you.
Moreover, you don’t seem to care. Then again, I can’t blame you for being talented at what you do. It would be akin to you blaming me for writing songs. It’s what we do. I can’t see why we can’t be together and still do what we do, though.
Now I’m depressed again. So I peel away my gloves and fumble around my wallet for my blade. Shifting my bracelets and watch, I let the sharp, shining metal simply drift across my already marked wrist. I guess you could say that this blade is in my hand because of love.
The blade is the real Love metal.
But you don't know what love is, do you?
Our love is our, well my Razorblade romance.
Us.
But is there still an us? I hope to god there is.
I couldn’t live knowing you had stopped caring, because, right now, you’re the only one.
The days I see you are few and far between, and no amount of time can heal my heartache.