Stop screaming
Your heart is turning cold
Look at me
Look at my eyes
Can you feel my fingers pressing into the flesh of your arms?
Face me.
(please)
Stop yelling for him,
Stop stop stop
He’s not there
He’s not, he’s gone, you know he’s gone
Unreal unreal
I pull you into me and you thrash against my arms
Restraining you
I won’t let you hurt yourself
I will pick up the pieces of your stained glass heart and
Meticulously glue them back in place
Patched up and never the same but still beating,
Still bleeding
You relax against me and sob into my shoulder.
Did he realize that when he tied the rope and ended himself
(took his last breath and left you)
That he was hanging on to a piece of you (whithered and dying)?
And now you’re made of paper, pale white and fragile
And there is nothing I can do
But hold you.
a/n The prompt I chose was "He's not there." Hope you like it :)
