Intertwined In One

I cleared my throat.
Coughing a few times.
To utter a sound to you.

"Hh-i-i,"
I stuttered to you.

I'm not used to how you're staring at me.
You never used to stare at me like this.
With such anger it seems to be spreading.

"What are you doing here?"
You ask me.

I look to the floor.
Not sure how to answer.

"Umm, I was in the neighborhood..."

I put a hand to my neck.
Messaging it to the discomfort
this situation is bringing on me.

"I thought you moved,"
you murmured.

I brought my head back up again.
To look at the person next to you.

"Look, is this a bad time? I can drop by some other time,"
I say to myself rather than you.

The guy holding unto you brings out a hand.
I don't know whether I should shake it or not.

"Hey, I'm Frank Iero. Who are you?"

I just stare at the many tattoos decorating his skin.

"Gerard Way,"
I mumble.

Frank puts down his hand.
Noticing I wasn't even bothering to take it.

"Who are you?"
I ask Frank forcefully.

"I'm her boyfriend,"
he smirks.

And I felt suddenly sickened.
Because I was so sure you would still be in love with me.

I fucked up.
I really did.

I look to you.
With just sympathy crowding your pupils.
I really don't need your stupid compassion.