This is Poetic Vomit

I Love You

"I love you," he tells me as I'm struggling to breathe.

"I love you," he repeats as I try to fight my demons.

"I love you," he screams when I ask if I can take a breather, just to calm my mind.

"I love you," he cries when I tell him that I don't think this will work.

"I love you," I respond, not daring to hurt him, knowing that he's broken and that he's also trying to fight his own demons.

"I love you," I barely make out, as I hold him to me, cradling his frail body as the tears flow down my scared face.

"I love you," I mouth, unable to breathe as my demons suck all the oxygen from my lungs and laugh at my attempts to breathe.

~F.c.