I want to crack you open with unconditional love, to see what’s inside your tough exterior
I want to watch the smile dawning on your face grow wider and wider until your cheeks hurt
I want to hear you talk without giving it a second thought

Lose your cool. Yell until your voice grows rough and raspy.
Bury your face in your hands and cry
Just once, give me something, anything, to see what’s inside your tough exterior

I miss you
You saw the whole depth of me, the awful state of my soul. You didn't run away. You didn't even flinch

Yet as much as I miss you, I won't be changing my mind
My misery prevented you from basking in the light
Though the tears scalded my eyes, and my hands trembled with hesitation
I cut the thread linking us together, giving you a lifeline

He’d aged a lot more than six months.
Wrinkles marred his gloomy face.
Eyes sunken, surrounded by dark circles and looking at me as though he didn’t know me at all.
Too-pale skin more fitting for a corpse than someone alive. No, he was already dead!

To my surprise, he smiled suddenly—a very familiar thin, apologetic smile.  “It’s been a long time since I saw you.”
More drugs, more, more, more, and just more pain. I wished I could turn back time. I’d save him from bringing ruin to himself, from loving drugs more than me.