"Please don't leave me."
One of, no, the few truthful words that will softly & slowly pull your mind into ragged edges and creases, like a promise.
For, it is those silent words finally speaking aloud.
It is the confession that has etched onto the inner wrists,
all of those midnight,
2am, then
11am thoughts.
I can breath.
Just slightly, sure, oxyegn does fill my cells. Perfectly. Carbon dioxides escapes through my raw lips. In & out, easy.
My heart works just fine.
It falters now and again.
My damp fingertips are intact, despite the tears.
My soul is not.
But, I still want you
here.
Please?