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the greatest pretenders

Summary:

We are the last people standing at the end of the night
We are the greatest pretenders in the cold morning light
This is just another night and we've had many of them
In the morning we're cast out but I know I'll land here again

How am I gonna get myself back home?

Bastille "Get Home"

Notes:

my first rodeo here hello ao3
but for real I'm bi shy ready to cry and hope this'll make someone feel the same things I do for them
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Work Text:

We succumb to entropy again,
Despite both of our wishes.
Our enmity becomes something else again
In spite of the bitter truth.

As if it ever was as simple as hate

As if we never loved each other

As if we didn't kill each other repeatedly over and over

As if....as if

You don't know when to stop
And I don't know how to let you go.
The other shoe was always meant to drop
Even though we both want more;

I want more of us,

You want more of me,

And both of us secretly want it to last forever

It never does.

We were doomed from the beginning,
You heard your drums and I was so much more than you

Or so I thought.
It's not true, I know it now
I hope you do too
(you probably don't)

You've always put me on a pedestal somewhere far above

and I never wanted it.

I've always tried to fix you

and you hated it.

We weren't meant to last
But for some reason we did.
That neverending cruel dance...
Burnt whole worlds under our feet

The universe demands balance
And maybe that's why it keeps us
Together and apart, on opposite sides of cosmic wars, 
In each others beds and dreams.

We are the same and not alike at all.
Funny, that
I said to you regarding us that opposites attract
Mutual destruction was the main goal.

Alas we didn't die
Nor you or I, not for long
You come back to haunt me every night
When I for once try to leave you alone

We are the ghosts of all our past selves,
Who never knew how happy they were
The trust we shared will make a comeback again
So we must be prepared

To give up the pretence
That stupid game of ours
Of blows and wits and ache and pain
To become one for mere hours.

 

And then begrudgingly part

as we always do in the end.

We both hate it, it's one of those things we agree on

though only in the privacy of our minds.

 

People often misjudge us
I'm not the optimist and you don't hate me.
You don't only hate me that is.
The truth is, I probably deserve it
But you deserved so much more long time ago

Now we both are exactly what we deserve

There's comfort in that.

Our cold bodies and burning souls will always find one another in this world and the next...

No matter what.

Notes:

I'm on tumblr as @fvckingcrazybutfree come to my house and yell abt dw and/or thoschei with me