Breaking The Headspace

Love with Illness

You wrap your arms around my skin.
Intertwined with another heartbeat softens you.
But you grew impatient
With all the time you were wasting having to save me from the scars.
The nights I would scream from the things that went on in my head and you had hold me like a child wore down on you.
You started coming home later, leaving earlier, forever trying not to be alone with me.
You would just continue to sleep as i cried.
You would look the other way when i drank my way out of insomnia.
You stopped asking if I ate anything and ignored how my skin wrapping around my bones.
You ignored it when I laid in the bathroom bleeding onto the porcelain.
You weren't there when I took all the pills.
You packed a bag and didn't come back.
What the fuck were you expecting when you poke a twisted nerve and try to smuggle it with happiness? Why did you think I would get better?