Rain, Sun, Moon, and Rain
Title: Rain, Sun, Moon, and Rain Rating: PG-13 Contains: mild language and mild slash Characters: Matt Hardy and Jeff Hardy Disclaimer: I own no one...The Poem is mine (do not take) Distriubtion: Stefani at Dreamland but everyone else must ask. Rain, Sun, Moon, and Rain Rain, keep falling. No one will see my tears, If you keep coming. Why do you cry? You may ask me. Did something die? Do you not see? That's what I hear. Sun, don't shine. I want it black outside, Like that heart of mine. Cold, hard and empty With no feeling inside. That's the way I wanna be. Like a rolling tide... Leaping waters will hide. Moon, take me away. Far, Far away from here. Fore, I don't want to stay. It hurts to be alive. It hurts to be touched. I can not live a lie. The world is too much. Rain, hide my tears. I sat down my pen and wiped my eyes before my brother could see. It hurt too bad to look at the one being that could turn my heart into jelly, the one who could heart it too. Sighing softly, I lean my head back against the head rest, wondering about tomorrow. Matt, of course, was going to be in the ring wrestling while I was going to be stuck in the back with nothing to do. But, don't get me wrong, I'm not jealous of my brother, but I miss that contact that we always had when we were in the squared circle. Backstage, we barely even talk. Agian, at this, I sigh. I love my brother, but the day I told him I loved him as more, he took my heart in his hand and threw it into a New York road right in the middle of rush hour. He called me a "Sick Fagget" and a "Incest Homo". That hurt! Matt has always known that I was on the "flip side" as he called it. And, I've always known that Matt was too. 'Why can't I just be with the one that I love so much?' I have often asked myself. But, I am begining to think that there is no answer to the question. Matt can never love me as anything other than a "baby brother", but I wish he would. "J-J-Jeff, m-m-my I have you-r-r-r-r Auto-graph?" A young woman, about my age, stuttered out. She was very pretty, in that model way. Long blonde hair and deep blue eyes, she would be any man's dream, but not mine. Mine is the man sitting to my left, snoring loudly. I smile that cute smile I do that make girls turn into a pool of goo. I sighed her pictuer of me, which just happened to be the picture of me where I am nude and upside down. She screamed in my ear before hugging me tightly to her, cutting off my air. Jim, the guard assigned to us, gently took her off me and walked her back to her seat. I sighed again before looking at the sleeping Matthew Moore Hardy. "I wish..." I muttered aloud before curling up in a ball, laying my head as close to jeff without touching him, and went into a very light sleep.
