I see you
Staggering
Your breath smells like a bar
I rush to your side
You push me away
You don’t want help
Your wasted lips
Clumsily dumping words
_“I’m fine... I’m good... I’m great...”_
They slur
You stumble
I steady you gently
I sit you down
I gaze into your drooping eyes
“I know you’re in pain
But, my darling,
This’ll only make it worse
I see you
I see your suffering
You’re not alone
Don’t run from your grief
You’ll never outrun yourself
No matter how many
Memories you drown”
You stare me dead in the eyes
_“I’m not running.
I’m just numbing the pain
Until it puts me in the grave.”_
And then I fear
I’ve lost you,
My love.
Mar 20, 2020
Mar 20, 2020 at 1:50 AM UTC
I see you
Staggering
Your breath smells like a bar
I rush to your side
You push me away
You don’t want help
Your wasted lips
Clumsily dumping words
_“I’m fine... I’m good... I’m great...”_
They slur
You stumble
I steady you gently
I sit you down
I gaze into your drooping eyes
“I know you’re in pain
But, my darling,
This’ll only make it worse
I see you
I see your suffering
You’re not alone
Don’t run from your grief
You’ll never outrun yourself
No matter how many
Memories you drown”
You stare me dead in the eyes
_“I’m not running.
I’m just numbing the pain
Until it puts me in the grave.”_
And then I fear
I’ve lost you,
My love.
I seem to have some destructive and suicidal fantasies. Perhaps writing them will help ease their grasp on me.
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