her heart was as cold as the other side of the pillow
she remembers days when they would spoon as a natural reaction to not being able to stand the thought of being apart
she lay lifeless as her hair was routinely stroked
crying silent tears into the pillow feeling numb
– both of there hearts had become shrapnel-
being on suicide watch for your girlfriend leaves little space for romantic spontaneous love
I love you
I don’t want to be alive anymore
You have so much to offer the world
I have nothing to live for
You are more amazing then you realize
I am worthless
Your worth isn’t measurable by material things
I cant do this anymore
Please don’t give up
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They played table tennis with words of encouragement
She walk across the tightrope of being careful not to step into statements that were emotionally manipulative.
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She wanted to scream at her,
YOU ARE KILLING ME
I am drowning in your sadness and I don’t know how I can save us both.
But she didn’t.
She stroked her hair, she held her body as it shaked profusely and she kept reminding her not to give up
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Broken people levitate to eachother
Their tears mix into a cocktail of systematic oppression and unshakeable sadness