I found happiness in him.
I found love in his smile.
I found joy in his laugh.
I found comfort in his poems.
But his happiness dissolved.
His smile faded.
His laugh quieted.
His poems darkened.
He fell into the abyss of sadness and self-hatred long before I was there to save him.
God, how I wish I could pull him to me and hold him while relentlessly whispering,
"It'll be okay, it will all be okay. Be the strong, confident boy I know you can be. Please...
I
l
o
v
e
you."
Soon, my own happiness deteriorated.
My own smile disappeared.
My own laugh silenced.
My own poems saddened.
I stand on its edge.
I peer down into the black pit.
My eyes begin to adjust to the darkness.
And as they fixated down, I began to realize how much the void resembled me.
It was nothingness.
Through it came a pale hand.
It was his.
He pulls me down, and I join him at the party.
The party neither of us wanted to go to.
Is this what it feels like to
f
a
l
l
in
l
o
v
e ?
Is it true that two souls stuck in the pitch-black can craft enough light to climb out of the void together?
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"Poetic" Prose
Poetry❝ It's all in your head for the tears you shed. It's all in your brain your thoughts drive you insane. ❞ (Some of this is crappy, while some of this I'm actually really proud of. You decide.) (Cover made by me.)
