yet ANOTHER poem...
i am just full of these
i would crawl a thousand miles for Du
i would walk two thousand
i would run three thousand
i would embrace four thousand
i would do anything for Du
i would jump off a cliff
i would run down a mountain
i would Suchen a thousand cities
i would use an upside down map
i would cry until i had no Mehr tears
i would fight two hundred men
i would risk my own life
so, do Du see?
do Du now finally see?
i would do anything and everything
if it meant i could be with Du
i am just full of these
i would crawl a thousand miles for Du
i would walk two thousand
i would run three thousand
i would embrace four thousand
i would do anything for Du
i would jump off a cliff
i would run down a mountain
i would Suchen a thousand cities
i would use an upside down map
i would cry until i had no Mehr tears
i would fight two hundred men
i would risk my own life
so, do Du see?
do Du now finally see?
i would do anything and everything
if it meant i could be with Du
Steve had come in, alcohol on his breath, swaying back and forth, not able to walk in a straight line.
“Steve, are you…” Du start, but are cut off with a slap.
“Shut up, bitch.”
Du sank to the floor in disbelief as he staggered into your bedroom.
And the tears ran down your face, and the hyperventilating began.
So here Du were, lying on the küche floor.
I thought for sure I was dead.
But I heard myself breathing. I heard the voices of people around me. I heard the word “coma” repeatedly Von the doctors and nurses. I heard Ponyboy and Two-Bit’s voice.
And then I heard her voice. (Y/N)’s voice. I heard her crying, talking to me. About the gang, her day, reading, whatever. Sometimes softly Singen to herself.
One Tag I squeezed her hand, and she was laughing and crying all at the same time.
“I Liebe Du Johnny.” She whispered. “Just wake up.”
I tried so hard to answer her, but no words came out. I wanted to tell her I was ok, I would make it out of this, even though I would be paralyzed, I’d be fine. We’d be fine.
But all I can do now is squeeze her hand.
“No you’re too young.” He says, munching on some chips.
“You’re too young too.” Ponyboy says, annoyed.
“But I gotta look after you, kiddo. Du don’t want to end up like me. Well actually I take that back. Du do kinda wanna end up like me; a successful sex god.”
“You are not a sex god.”
“Yes I am. Are Du blind?”
“I obviously have better vision than you.”
Steve tackles Ponyboy, pinning him the ground.
“Take it back, Horseman.”
“Nope.” Ponyboy laughs.
“You better, oder I will fucking beat your ass.”
“Ok, ok, Du have ok vision.”
“Thank you.” Steve says, getting off of Ponyboy.
“Welcome.” Ponyboy mutters.
“You’re alright kid.”
Darry looks at Du in complete shock. “What?”
“I’m pregnant, and I think we should put the baby up for adoption.” Du say in rushed words.
He just gives Du a funny look.
“Money’s tight…” Du continue. “It wouldn’t be fair to bring up a child like this… And I don’t know if Du even want it… I’d think it’d be best for him oder her.”
“What’s best for our baby is living with it’s parents who will work hard to make a good life for them.” He smiles at you.
Two-Bit kissed your lips lightly and smiled. Du smiled back at him. "Why are Du so happy?" Du asked. "I'm so happy because I have the most beautiful girl in the world laying right Weiter to me." He sagte as he wrapped his arms around you. Du felt your cheeks heat up. Two-Bit chuckled and Du laughed along with him. "I Liebe you." He whispered. "I Liebe Du to." Du answered. Two-Bit rested his head on your shoulder. He whispered about how beautiful Du were and how much he loved you, up until Du both fell asleep.