A/N: I’m not even sure if these people are really fictional or past lives truly do exist. If they do, this is from me to Elliott. If not, this is from fictional-boy-Tequila to fictional-boy-Elliott. Either way, I can’t stop thinking. About everything. God dammit.

From One Train Wreck of a Boy to Another,

a poem by Rachel Reardon.

From one train wreck of a boy to another,

Maybe it’s better for me when you’re gone

Maybe needing people isn’t good

So, maybe crying while it’s snowing

And holding the hand of someone who

I love

Because it’s fucking winter and

How the hell is the year almost over

Already?

Isn’t good

Maybe wanting to be with one particular

Person every waking second

Makes me less of a person

Maybe I shouldn’t go to the park

And sit on the swings

And imagine you next to me

Because it makes me feel out of control

I can’t stop needing

And relying on someone else for

My own goddamn

Happiness

This isn’t how I should be living

So I’m gonna try to stop

Even if it will never really happen

Because I’ve always been so fucked up

That I can’t trust myself anymore

And maybe I never truly did

But I trust you

And I shouldn’t

You’re just another person

Who could ruin

Everything

Because people lie, people cause sadness

People cause heartache

I wish I didn’t trust you

But when the snow crunches

Under my numb feet and you’re there

And you’re leading me into a new year

Vowing your protection and love

I can’t help but believe you

So you better be fucking serious.