my lover poets

drowning.

there are nights where I can never think straight,
days,
where I had wished I ended it all months ago,
when I was seconds away from pulling the trigger.
and on those days,
where you catch the marks that cover my wrist,
you lay with me for hours,
holding me close.
nights, where you notice I am fully underwater,
my entire body under my duvet...
your hands clasp my own,
and you whisper to me that you love me,
and that soon it will be me and you alone,
away from the things that lead me to these thoughts.
you lay me beside your body,
your limbs bringing warmth upon my tears,
the tears that mark your clothes.
and you tell me...
you tell me,
that I am more than enough,
that I am yours,
and you are mine.
you tell me it's only me and you that matter,
only our deep love that matters.
and that deep love,
is enough to stay breathing.
you whisper over and over how much you love me.
you clean the sliced skin that I had caused,
kissing them when you finish.
you never criticize me for slicing marks into my skin.
you only clean it up,
cradle my body for hours, 
while my tears dry upon my skin,
you whisper over and over how you love me,
whispers over and over,
words that heal my mental wounds.