Look After You

Mikey face suddenly dropped so low.
To the fiery crowds of hell.

"What do you mean you can't save him?"
He asked so coldly.

"I mean, I can't deal with this Mikey!"

I shoved the notebook to his chest.

He looked down.
Opened the pages nervously.
Sighing loudly as he discovered what it was.

"What the fuck am I suppose to do? What the fuck am I suppose to do with this?"
I screamed at him.

He just stared at the pages.
Putting a finger to rub his left temple.

"I'm out of here. Just don't expect me to come back,"
I told him.

I got up from your bed.
Because I can't handle you.
This is my limit towards you.

"Emily, wait,"
Mikey called out.

I turned around.
He was standing up now.
The notebook was still in hands.

"What?"

"I really counted on you. I really thought you were different. Do you know how many fucking girls tried to do the same exact thing you're doing with Gerard? Do you know how many fucking times Gerard had to suffer through all this fake shit?"

I didn't know what to say.
I didn't know you had people like me in your life.

"And I really thought you were different, Emily. I thought you could really change his ways. If you leave now, don't ever ever come back. I'll make sure Gerard doesn't look for you,"
he gritted through his teeth.

"Is that a promise, Mikey?"

I don't know what made me say that.
I don't know what made me leave you.
I don't know what made me walk out that door.
I don't know what made me give up on you.

But I did.
And for that, I'm sorry.
But how can I save you when I can't even hold myself together?

I'm so sorry.
But I have to let you go.
I'm so sorry, Gerard.
Please understand.

I love you.

I only asked for your love in return.
You couldn't give me that.

And I'm tired of wasting my life on you.

So this is it.
I'm going away.
Goodbye Gerard.