[Slash] Nevermind Me - 1/1
Nevermind Me
Author: anyothergirl415
Pairing: Orlando/Elijah
Rating: R for language
Summary: Who cares how I really feel? Nevermind the hurt. Nevermind the pain. Nevermind me.
You fucking hurt me. You fucking made me cry. I could be more angry at you for it but I'm not. You never understood me. It was some what of a blessing I was not more complicated or you would merely tilt your head to the side and try to figure it out. Not like you’re dumb. You aren't. You just don't get it.
When I knew we were something I could breathe steadily. I could inhale your scent that somehow tangled with every thread of fabric decorating my place. Your picture here. Our picture there. Us. Together. Forever. All words so common in our language.
Now?
Who cares how I really feel? Nevermind the hurt. Nevermind the pain. Nevermind me.
You can go to your girl and your movie premiers and your parties. You can laugh, smile, cheer or whatever the fuck it is you do and I will sit on the sidelines and take it all in with a weary fucking smile.
After all, I'm Elijah Fucking Wood. A celebrity. Everyone knows celebrities don't feel like normal people. Or at least you think they don't. I grew up in the eyes of the world and somehow that makes me not human.
Forget it.
Nevermind how my heart aches when I see pictures of you with her. Nevermind the way my phone will ring at 3 in the morning and I know it's you. Nevermind the way I answer and give you anything just to cease the tears on your end. Nevermind me.
I'll consider myself a slave to your fucking perfection. If I knew the right words would you come back to me? Could we be something? Come out? Tell the fucking world that YES, I love Orlando FUCKING Bloom and YES. That means I'm gay.
Deal.
No... nevermind that desire. Nevermind the yearning to be with the one I love. Nevermind you. Nevermind her. And most of all, nevermind me.
Author: anyothergirl415
Pairing: Orlando/Elijah
Rating: R for language
Summary: Who cares how I really feel? Nevermind the hurt. Nevermind the pain. Nevermind me.
You fucking hurt me. You fucking made me cry. I could be more angry at you for it but I'm not. You never understood me. It was some what of a blessing I was not more complicated or you would merely tilt your head to the side and try to figure it out. Not like you’re dumb. You aren't. You just don't get it.
When I knew we were something I could breathe steadily. I could inhale your scent that somehow tangled with every thread of fabric decorating my place. Your picture here. Our picture there. Us. Together. Forever. All words so common in our language.
Now?
Who cares how I really feel? Nevermind the hurt. Nevermind the pain. Nevermind me.
You can go to your girl and your movie premiers and your parties. You can laugh, smile, cheer or whatever the fuck it is you do and I will sit on the sidelines and take it all in with a weary fucking smile.
After all, I'm Elijah Fucking Wood. A celebrity. Everyone knows celebrities don't feel like normal people. Or at least you think they don't. I grew up in the eyes of the world and somehow that makes me not human.
Forget it.
Nevermind how my heart aches when I see pictures of you with her. Nevermind the way my phone will ring at 3 in the morning and I know it's you. Nevermind the way I answer and give you anything just to cease the tears on your end. Nevermind me.
I'll consider myself a slave to your fucking perfection. If I knew the right words would you come back to me? Could we be something? Come out? Tell the fucking world that YES, I love Orlando FUCKING Bloom and YES. That means I'm gay.
Deal.
No... nevermind that desire. Nevermind the yearning to be with the one I love. Nevermind you. Nevermind her. And most of all, nevermind me.