There's a guy
He didn't tell me his name at first
He was against it
So I called him Marcus.
He didn't like that.
His real name is Andy.
I saved him that night
Shivering under my covers at 2 am from the constant twirling of the fan.
He survived because of me.
We got closer.
And closer-
He lived too far away.
I would never meet him.
But like always, I get too far in and suddenly I'm trapped.
Needles all around me, threatening to stab me if I tried to leave.
So I stayed.
I constantly worried about him.
He loved me.
He wanted to come to me and make love until the end of time.
I knew that would never happen.
He was suicidal. An addict.
He heard voices.
He was different.
But I saw something in him that others didn't see.
I saw a human being.
Rather than the freak, his enemies call him.
We argued,
Stopped talking a few times,
But he always came back.
My heart has been broken so many times because of this boy.
"you can't save everyone, "
A friend said to me.
Still, that didn't stop me from worrying about this boy.
One day,
I told him how I felt.
How trapped I felt. How this relationship between us was detrimental to my mental health.
He left.
He hasn't come back.
I worry about him, but I need to be strong.
I pray he'll hang on.
"If I die it's your fault."
