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Title:I love you just isn't enough anymore, you need a gesture for every letter
Author:grenouille_fork
summary:Stories are always fun, especially when your one of the characters, right?
Rating:PG-13 nothing really terrible, twincentric thoughts
Pairing:Benji/Joel Madden (twins, good charlotte)
Disclaimer:Don't own, don't know, never met, hasn't happened (yet)
A/N:Posted in kinky_twincest, if you read it there, feel free to read it again, concrit is appreciated.

Why do you do this to me? Why do you make me feel this way? And how? How can I feel this way, think this way about you? It’s wrong, I know, but it makes me happy at night. And what makes you happy can’t be wrong, right?


But there’s a certain line I’ve crossed with all this, one I’m not ever sure you acknowledge exists. Do you think about me, like I think about you? Do you feel the same way as I do? I highly doubt you’re happy. I hear you at night, you never sleep. The doctor says its insomnia, but I know that it’s me. Do you know it’s me? I know you don’t, yet. But you will, and you’ll cross the line with me, maybe we’ll hold hands. I hope we do, I miss you. Did you know that? You’re here, and I see you. But I miss you all the same. You’re so close yet so far away. Why do you do this to me? I know you feel the same.


So tonight is the night. The night I tell you, and you’ll be as happy as me. And you’ll think like me. We’ll be entrepreneurs of something greater then us. We’ll manufacture hearts and program them with love. Will I have to do that to you? It’s what you’d want me to do. We’ll be the next Romeo and Juliet. I know you love that movie. Like the stories I’ve thought up about us. I’m about to share them with you, and you’ll finally get some sleep.


What’s wrong? You had asked. I’m going to tell you a story. I saw that glint in your eyes, the one that came out sometimes when you smiled. I hadn’t told you a story since a long time ago. You sat down, and I knew I had your attention then, like with every other story. I hope you’ll like this one as much as the others. And as I told you, your smile slowly faded. You told me it wasn’t funny, but I mean it, though. It’s sick, and wrong you said. But it feels right. And you told me to stop. But I knew you didn’t want me to. Secretly, I could tell you were whispering. Whispering to me, you wanted this too. But your lips moved and formed words I hate to remember. You didn’t feel the way I do. I didn’t do the things to you that you do to me. You wouldn’t cross the line with me. And holding my hand was the last thing on your mind. And right now, it was the last thing on mine too.

All of my feelings began to filter, run through and over my heart and mind. So this is what it feels like. To have your love shoved back into your heart, jammed in there, just waiting to be free. But something was in the way. You were in the way. And nothing can be in the way.

“Best friends means I pulled the trigger, best friends means you get what you deserve”


My story never got published, to me heart at least. Your heart beat for me, in those few seconds, at least. You should’ve loved me. It’s all I wanted. In all ways, always. You wouldn’t let me be happy, how could you be so selfish? How could you deny you felt the same up until the very last moment, where I told you “you’re so fucking full of it”. Nobody will ever understand, nobody will ever know. I’m writing this all down, but I’m not reading it out loud. I’m not ready to go, yet. I miss you, you know. You’re my reason, for everything, and to leave is no different. The day after today, after all the grief fades away I’m going to shadow you.

What happened? I’ve been asked. And I told then our story. Your story, it was mine, but you were living it out. It’s been lived out. It’s finally got its end, not a happy one, but an end at least. Remember Romeo and Juliet? I knew we’d end up like them. I wrote a poem about it, you know. This would’ve been mine if you’d just loved me.


I touch my fingers to your lips, than bring them to my own
I taste your ‘I’m sorry’ a little longer as you ‘goodbye I love you’ play over, and over in my head
Like a broken record I found on purpose, yeah, I found you on purpose
On what purpose? The purpose of love
I loved you baby, but it just wasn’t enough
As our bodies remain tangled together, your starting to pale
As your guilt takes you over, over what?
I remember asking
You gave me a smile as your breathing turned to a sigh
Instead of an answer, I got your good bye
‘Love can move mountains, yeah, but it kills’


I love you just isn’t enough anymore, you need a gesture for every letter. That’s what it’s called, it’s what I feel about you. It goes with the stories I’m never going to tell. Except yours of course, I wouldn’t do that do you, you know. When they asked, I told them. And it only took one line. That’s some talent you’ve got. I only got a line, a lie straight from your lips. I told them your lie; it’d answer all the questions why.

He killed himself because he loved me.

And that’s the story now.

Our story.

So, that's it. Concrit would be greatly appreciated, it was and still remains my first twincest. The poem is actually a poem I wrote, so please don't use it or bash it. Thank you for taking the time to read, I hope you enjoyed. Comments are love
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