Stories of Poetry and Vice Versa

Snap.

I broke.
Not any harder than snapping a twig.
And like that
I was gone.
Tears.
Apologies.
Lots of apologies.
And for three hours
I fucking dragged you with me.
And through the entire thing
Between the sobbing
And the apologizing
I told you you could stop me
I told asked if you were okay.
And you said you were okay
"It's okay"
But it wasn't
And I knew it
But I couldn't
Fucking
Stop
Myself.
Because I was broken.
I begged for you to put me back together
And you tried.
I hit a wall
Because before I could fit together
I had to get over the guilt
The guilt of dragging you through
Three hours
Three.
Of apologies
And crying
And freaking out
And relapsing into tears.
Believe me. That's a lot of guilt.
Especially for someone who gets guilt from every fucking thing.
And then
After I apologize indefinitely
For doing all that
You tell me that you are mad
And you did want to be done.
And all I could do was sit there
And know
That I could've stopped.
That when I thought you were lying about being okay
I was right.
I should've stopped.
And that in all that
You got mad at me
For not talking about what happened
And damn did that hurt me.
But I couldn't take it
I couldn't bottle up anymore.
And I know I should've talked about it
But you said if I needed to
And I guess I did
But I'm sorry.
And I know it's not okay.
And I know you're tired of saying it.
So I said it for you.
Just let me know what I can say
Or what I can do
Or if you want to talk to me.
Please.
Just let me know.
Please.