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i’m packing up my things and
he couldn’t believe this. after all he’s done for him, he ups and abandons him. the – the guy who’s spent a few years loving & caring for him. the guy who’s spent a decade looking forward to meeting him. his husband. the – the love of his life. the only person he’s ever felt this way towards.
i’m wiping down the walls
his hands were a slight red, the soap having stained his hands. the motel he had gone to in a desperate attempt to escape hadn’t questioned his need for a few soap bars. they didn’t care. he shouldn’t either. him wanting to make sure he was clean was normal, right? the circumstances that led to him scrubbing mercilessly might’ve not been, but that’s not what matters. none of it mattered.
i’m rinsing off my clothes and
i’m walking through the halls
he ran a hand through his hair. he knew the cops & ninja couldn’t catch him. it was impossible. how would they know it was him? how would they know that guy happened to die of natural causes decades before he was supposed to do? even if they did, he could just plead innocent, right? he could get a nice defense attorney using... his money, and he could go back to living normally. by himself. without his husband.
i did it all for him
so i felt nothing at all
he looked to his hands again, one idly harshly scratching the other. it felt like figurative blood that would never go away. he wanted the red to go away. he wanted to feel clean. he wanted to be clean. he hadn’t felt this bad since... since...
i don’t know what he’ll say
so i’ll ask him when he calls
he shook his head ever so slightly, his eyes glossing over. he couldn’t think about his brother again. not after losing cyrus, too.
he wanted to cry.
would you love me more (love me more)
if i killed someone for you