i asked her
if she was ok
and she laughed a little too hard
and smiled a little too big
and she told me she was
and in that moment
I realized
she wasn't
ok
at all.
i asked her
if she was ok
and she wrote me a poem
called "happiness."
and she held my hand
too tight.
while I read it
her smile strained.
and i frowned
because she didn't answer me.
i asked her
if she was ok
and she didn't reply.
so i went to her house
and found her on the bathroom floor
covered in blood and broken memory.
and I held her
and all the god damn words in the world
couldn't save her in that moment.
my friend asked me
if I was ok
i closed my eyes to think about it
and I opened them once more
and i smile at her
but I don't speak
because there are no words
and she nods
but I see doubt in her eyes.
