Without Him

He's grounded for a week. A poem for my boyfriend. A little angsty.

they're right on the e.d.g.e.
& so close to f a l l i n g
over.

 

i don’t know what to do now.
abouttocry&wantingpain.

 

(FLASHBACK: cold metal touching my skin, my eyes rolling slightly back but focusing on the blade, my muscles tightening, spinning out of control, sliding straight through the layers)

 

a week.
an entire week,
& it was me that caused this.

 

(RELIVING: “is something wrong?” he asked but i couldn’t give him a reply, i don’t know what to say & now i’m really going to feel it)

 

day after day,
night after night,
breath after breath,
life before death.

 

“how will i be able to survive without”
& it echoes in my mind
without.
without.
with out.
w i t h o u t.
w . i . t . h . o . u . t .
w
i
t
h
o
u
t
h
i
m
?

 

a/n: No phone. No computer.
Study hall, ag, lunch.
That’s it.

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[Mariah]

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