FANBOYS;

FANBOYS;

For every time I try and escape you pull me back with a silken sharp hand hiding sharp claws.

And every time I let you drag me back there, back to where you made me use my metal, where she needs me to save her, where he thought he could save us.

Neither him nor her could save me from myself. She tried to save me, I tried to save her, and in the end we put too much energy on the other to care about ourselves and we imploded.

But I cry before imploding, because I did not save her, because she will think my implosion was her fault, or he will cry and then implode too.

Yet in some unforeseen world, we are both together, happy, with no FANBOYS; no strict rules, no strict You to hold us back.

So on the implosion date, we will be reborn together just as we will die together, and in both times we will be happy, semi-colon, the end of FANBOYS, we will be free.

 

 

Author's Note

written 6/1/1. just a little guided babble.

Reviews

[SilentDreamer]

Ha, yeah I remember my seventh grade english teacher talking about Fanboys and going on and on about them but I can't remember specifically what she said.... either way this was different/ creative. So awesome job, keep on writing.