Do NOT Develop A Parasocial Relationship With That Internet Person They WILL Disappoint U. Not Me Though.

do NOT develop a parasocial relationship with that internet person they WILL disappoint u. not me though. u can all be parasocial with me, i will never hurt u like that

thinking about modern day zero day.

the boys would constantly be texting, calling, and facetiming one another. andre would love texting and hate everything else, but he’d learn to love facetime because he gets to see cal’s smile. they’d constantly go to old drive ins, taking advantage of the fact that they’re mostly empty and that they can see the stars. they’d go see every film they like even though they complain about the prices. andre would drag cal to see marvel movies, and cal would fall asleep every time. when andre pulls into the gabriel drive way, cal’s phone automatically syncs to the car.

ultimately, they’d be able to be together. truly and utterly together without hiding behind anger, secrecy, and lies.

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you after watching zero day:

you aren’t born gay. you watch the 2003 movie zero day and suddenly you like boys.

the week after we died.

a poem about life after the death of andre kriegman and calvin gabriel, written by me.

we lie on the cold floor,

brains and bone shattered and splayed on tile.

the body bags are too big.

they aren’t made to hold someone so small.

the strength and weight of our guns had left us.

with tortured minds,

our families tear through our belongings,

yearning for a letter, an explanation

of where they went wrong,

but they will find nothing.

they will go outside and spot the fire pit,

find the charcoals still smoldering.

burnt plastic and flakes of paper

that can only be explained by a tape,

by a video made in solitude.

the church refuses to hold our funerals.

we are buried with no celebration,

caskets closed for the sanity of others.

there is a family gathering for those who care:

our siblings, our parents, rachel, and mel.

our hell is our minds,

focused on one singular thought.

we go in circles,

finding ourselves in the exact place we tried to escape,

hurtling towards the point of extinction.

people are told not to live in the past

as if their loved ones do not reside there.

they are told that life will be better without us,

that life will be happier and more fulfilling,

but how can anything fill the void in which we used to reside?

we lie on the cold floor,

now only in memory and in mind,

as people avoid the space where we lay.

the way they swerve around the spot is almost natural,

as if we were designed for their hatred.

the week after we died,

graduation was halted.

the week after we died,

the police came knocking.

the world fell apart in the week after we died.