she hated every ounce of her body
and I told her loved her,
she etched in every reason why she hated her existence
and I cradled them in my arms like they were the last few traces of her existence that I had left,
because I loved her,
she wasn't sick but she knew that sometimes everything was wrong,
I told her that not everything is right most of the time anyway,
and that I loved her,
when she told me that enough was enough and the phone went dead,
I prayed to the God I didn't believe in that tomorrow would bring another opportunity for me
simply to tell her that I missed her, or that she meant the world to me,
When she drowned in every ounce of sadness she could pour into the bathtub,
When she hung from every reason why she believed her life was worthless,
When she overdosed on every drug that stopped her from feeling anything,
my heart stopped,
my blood ran cold,
I loved her.
