Said and Done
Brandon POV
I need you to hear me
I want you to feel this
It should be clear as fear and plain as day
I flaunt myself in front of him, but I won’t let him have me. You can’t always get what you want, especially with the likes of me hanging around. He needs to know that. Eventually everyone has a successor, whether they want one or not.
I'm not going to bend now
You're not gonna break me
You'll never be hard enough to scratch my face
Banning me won’t do shit. I mean yeah, it will cut into my extracurricular cardio; no I don’t mean sex, I mean the dancing, but so what? There are plenty of other places to go; to show my influence. And our little wager? Even if I don’t win, he still loses. The fact that he has to prove that he’s still ‘got it’ says volumes in and of itself. Don’t get me wrong; getting fucked by him wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world, but if that happens he won’t see me as any potential heir to his throne. I refuse to let myself be swayed by sultry hazel eyes and a legendary dick.
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Justin POV
I wanted to feel you
I tried to belong here
With all of the ghosts and faded headlines
I keep telling myself the same thing every time. He’s changed, he will change. But it seems like the harder I try to let him be and not push the changes, the harder he fights to keep them from coming. I can’t compete with some revelation that was lost long ago in a parking garage.
But I couldn't read you
No, you wouldn't let me
You always pull away
From the ones you can't define
I’m tired of having to break down walls that I’ve already proved don’t need to exist; but still keep getting built back up regardless. I wonder if we will ever want the same things. I know he wants me, but he doesn’t want just me. He’s always a few feet shy of that last step. After all I’ve been through, and all that’s ahead of me, I need someone who will take that step; someone who isn’t scared that the rest of the road isn’t paved, or even guaranteed to be there. I know he’s scared, but I’m scared of who I’ll become if something doesn’t change.
Are you tired
Of holding up the sky?
Or teaching birds to fly?
You've done it all your life
I can’t comprehend how it doesn’t get old; stale. After all these years, especially after all he’s been through. I just don’t fucking get it.
Oh baby are you sad
When you see the sun?
'Cause then you're not the brightest one
When all is said and done
And honey all is said and done
I’ve made up my mind. And I know it’s going to hurt both of us, but staying together isn’t really doing much for us right now either. I don’t know what his reaction will be; if I’m going to get another ‘it’s your choice where you wanna be’ or not. In fact I don’t think I’m going to give him the chance to say it. I think I’ve rehearsed what I want to say to the point where I will be able to get through it out loud without crying. It just hurts. He thinks he’s being smart, clever, with this asinine competition. But in the end all he’s doing is hurting himself, and me…
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Mikey POV
I need to move through this
The waiting just kills me
Whatever you do is on you,
I'm washed clean
Waiting for an apology that never comes. That’s all I’ve ever done with him. But now things are different. I have a life now, and the things he is don’t mean the same to me now as they used to. I don’t worship him the same. The things I never wanted to change about him are the things I hate now. Of course back then I didn’t realize growing up wasn’t the death of youth, it’s a survival tactic. A way to continue living beyond what you thought you could, and thrive.
No don’t be alarmed now
The story’s ending
These aren’t open arms
They’re just waving you away
I know it hurts him to have me letting go like this, but it’s the only way he will be able to see. If I let him cling to our youth he will be forever stuck in the past. So now after all these times it’s my turn to push him away; help him move on.
Are you tired
Of holding up the sky?
Or teaching birds to fly?
You've done it all your life
Oh baby are you sad
When you see the sun?
You’ve never been the brightest one
When all is said and done
And honey all is said and done
Hopefully you will come to your senses before it’s too late. I can only pray that you grow tired of this scene you refuse to leave; no matter what it’s cost you. Hope you see it for what it is. A chapter that, while of epic proportions, needs closing.
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Justin POV
I need you to feel me
I want you to hear this
It should be clear as fear
And plain as day
I told him and for a split second I think he got it. A look of remorse, maybe sadness ghosted across his face. The way he hugged me when I left. Maybe he got the message, but he’s not sending any replies. And I think I’m past the point of accepting any.
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Brian POV
Are you tired
Of running for your life
When there's no one left behind
Just the chaos in your mind
He was lying on my bed, but it didn’t feel like a victory. Only the vague tug somewhere in the vicinity of my heart; a longing for another person entirely. Now all I’m left with is my own thoughts. Something akin to remorse, being voiced restlessly by what I think might be my slowly surfacing conscience.
Oh baby, are you sad
Each day you greet the sun?
You know you're not the brightest one
When all is said and done
When I see him on the street, all golden hair and sunshiny smile, I feel this wound I’ve inflicted on myself go deeper. Were I a smarter man, I wouldn’t be in this fucking mess of emotions. For some reason I’m reminded of something I said, years ago. “They cause their own pain.” I meant it then, I just never thought it would apply to me.
I need you to hear me
I want you to feel this
It should be clear as fear and plain as day
I flaunt myself in front of him, but I won’t let him have me. You can’t always get what you want, especially with the likes of me hanging around. He needs to know that. Eventually everyone has a successor, whether they want one or not.
I'm not going to bend now
You're not gonna break me
You'll never be hard enough to scratch my face
Banning me won’t do shit. I mean yeah, it will cut into my extracurricular cardio; no I don’t mean sex, I mean the dancing, but so what? There are plenty of other places to go; to show my influence. And our little wager? Even if I don’t win, he still loses. The fact that he has to prove that he’s still ‘got it’ says volumes in and of itself. Don’t get me wrong; getting fucked by him wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world, but if that happens he won’t see me as any potential heir to his throne. I refuse to let myself be swayed by sultry hazel eyes and a legendary dick.
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Justin POV
I wanted to feel you
I tried to belong here
With all of the ghosts and faded headlines
I keep telling myself the same thing every time. He’s changed, he will change. But it seems like the harder I try to let him be and not push the changes, the harder he fights to keep them from coming. I can’t compete with some revelation that was lost long ago in a parking garage.
But I couldn't read you
No, you wouldn't let me
You always pull away
From the ones you can't define
I’m tired of having to break down walls that I’ve already proved don’t need to exist; but still keep getting built back up regardless. I wonder if we will ever want the same things. I know he wants me, but he doesn’t want just me. He’s always a few feet shy of that last step. After all I’ve been through, and all that’s ahead of me, I need someone who will take that step; someone who isn’t scared that the rest of the road isn’t paved, or even guaranteed to be there. I know he’s scared, but I’m scared of who I’ll become if something doesn’t change.
Are you tired
Of holding up the sky?
Or teaching birds to fly?
You've done it all your life
I can’t comprehend how it doesn’t get old; stale. After all these years, especially after all he’s been through. I just don’t fucking get it.
Oh baby are you sad
When you see the sun?
'Cause then you're not the brightest one
When all is said and done
And honey all is said and done
I’ve made up my mind. And I know it’s going to hurt both of us, but staying together isn’t really doing much for us right now either. I don’t know what his reaction will be; if I’m going to get another ‘it’s your choice where you wanna be’ or not. In fact I don’t think I’m going to give him the chance to say it. I think I’ve rehearsed what I want to say to the point where I will be able to get through it out loud without crying. It just hurts. He thinks he’s being smart, clever, with this asinine competition. But in the end all he’s doing is hurting himself, and me…
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Mikey POV
I need to move through this
The waiting just kills me
Whatever you do is on you,
I'm washed clean
Waiting for an apology that never comes. That’s all I’ve ever done with him. But now things are different. I have a life now, and the things he is don’t mean the same to me now as they used to. I don’t worship him the same. The things I never wanted to change about him are the things I hate now. Of course back then I didn’t realize growing up wasn’t the death of youth, it’s a survival tactic. A way to continue living beyond what you thought you could, and thrive.
No don’t be alarmed now
The story’s ending
These aren’t open arms
They’re just waving you away
I know it hurts him to have me letting go like this, but it’s the only way he will be able to see. If I let him cling to our youth he will be forever stuck in the past. So now after all these times it’s my turn to push him away; help him move on.
Are you tired
Of holding up the sky?
Or teaching birds to fly?
You've done it all your life
Oh baby are you sad
When you see the sun?
You’ve never been the brightest one
When all is said and done
And honey all is said and done
Hopefully you will come to your senses before it’s too late. I can only pray that you grow tired of this scene you refuse to leave; no matter what it’s cost you. Hope you see it for what it is. A chapter that, while of epic proportions, needs closing.
***
Justin POV
I need you to feel me
I want you to hear this
It should be clear as fear
And plain as day
I told him and for a split second I think he got it. A look of remorse, maybe sadness ghosted across his face. The way he hugged me when I left. Maybe he got the message, but he’s not sending any replies. And I think I’m past the point of accepting any.
***
Brian POV
Are you tired
Of running for your life
When there's no one left behind
Just the chaos in your mind
He was lying on my bed, but it didn’t feel like a victory. Only the vague tug somewhere in the vicinity of my heart; a longing for another person entirely. Now all I’m left with is my own thoughts. Something akin to remorse, being voiced restlessly by what I think might be my slowly surfacing conscience.
Oh baby, are you sad
Each day you greet the sun?
You know you're not the brightest one
When all is said and done
When I see him on the street, all golden hair and sunshiny smile, I feel this wound I’ve inflicted on myself go deeper. Were I a smarter man, I wouldn’t be in this fucking mess of emotions. For some reason I’m reminded of something I said, years ago. “They cause their own pain.” I meant it then, I just never thought it would apply to me.