Hot and shivery at
3am he realized their

Pale and thin shoulders
rise and fall with
labored breath next to
him and a thousand
miles away from him
and he watches on.

I'm sorry, he whispers
barely there and just
not right enough to
make this right again.

The shoulders stop and
glisten with a thin
layer of shame and
confusion and sweat that
covers both of them
to the point that
drowning would be better
than this choking.

It's fine, he says
short and distant and
just sad enough to
make the other of
them wish there was
no such thing as


Author's Note: Mkay, I could have stuck this poem into any fandom, because it's so wonderfully vague, but I didn't because Drake and Josh will always have the first tickets to my opera. :D

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