as we fall

words that heal

then there are the words
that come through your mouth

whistling past your
white, even teeth.

who cares? i ask. what is there to live for?

me, you answer,
a grim smile illuminating
the dark closet where we hide

away from shouting voices.

if not for yourself, than dammit,
live for me.

and you have me there,
caught under your thumb
right were you want me.

a dangerous game of cat-and-mouse
that i will never win
because my tail is trapped between
your teeth.

you win, because you know that i
will never deny you anything
you ask for.

even the last thing i can control

i surrender to you.

okay, i whisper, burying my head
in your shoulder.

because for once in my
fucked-up
life,

i feel like somebody cares.

"i will live for you. i will live for us."

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dedicated to Erin_Sydney and mollynova for their feedback and overall wonderfulness. writing is cool, amirite? XD

In all seriousness, I am a stranger. But yes, I care. I care a whole damn lot, because I understand feeling alone and hopeless. So if you ever feel alone or trapped, or are even thinking of that one last decision that you WILL regret, please, I'm begging you, just message me. I am here for you. We are strangers, true, but I am here for you. Always. Stay strong. You are worth it.
Love,
Hope