Intertwined In One

You pulled away from Frank.
Sighing every second.

You lean over to him though.
Whispering secretive thoughts.

Frank nods.
And leaves.

And so you just look at me.
I think you're mad at me.
Maybe you're mad at yourself.
I doubt it.

You always did manage to do the right thing.
I always envied you for that.
Well, not really.

If I always did the right thing.
I would have never met you.

"Gerard, get in my car,"
you mumble to me.

I hesitantly walked to the passenger seat.
Stumbling a bit to get inside.
Sitting down with a thump.

I just kept staring at my hands.

I heard your door slam.
And you put the key in so forcefully.

I thought your key would break.

I looked to you.
Nervously bringing a hand to yours.

Feeling that same gently warmth you always seem to bring me.

You seemed to relax a bit.

"Emily,"
I say to you.

You turn to me.
Scrunching up your nose.
Your eyes squinting a bit.

I can tell you're going to cry.
I don't know what I'll do if you cry.
Please don't cry, I'll cry too.

"Gerard, why did you come back here?"
Your voice cracks a bit.

"I told you, I would love you when I learn to love myself,"
I honestly said.