i lied. it wasn't a dream.
the other night i was watching a movie and a character overdosed. i sobbed so hard i could feel my heart breaking again with every useless breath. i know it sounds stupid, but what if you did. who's going to tell you you've had enough when i'm not there. who is going to worry about you out there without me in your bed to hold you when you get back. who would stop you when they're all doing the same. why would you want to be the wet blanket.
be. the. wet. blanket. please.
please.
who would find you, babe, because now it wouldn't be me. who would call 911, who would save you. what if they didn't. what if you were gone. it would kill me. you're carrying so much of me with you, if you have no one else to do it for do it for her. i know you're scared. blame it on her.
what if it was me? what would you say? would you care? you've been through so much in your life it probably wouldn't matter. i've thought about that too. would that be the only way to make you care again? would it change anything?
whatever that's not the point. the point is i would miss you, i do miss you. the point is don't die.
YOU ARE READING
Thanks, Love
Poesiesituationship break-ups are hard. i guess that's all i have to say about this. it's a work in progress because i think that's how breakups work.
