Spooning and cold pillows

her heart was as cold as the other side of the pillow

she remembers days when they would spoon as a natural reaction to not being able to stand the thought of being apart

she lay lifeless as her hair was routinely stroked

crying silent tears into the pillow feeling numb

- both of there hearts had become shrapnel-

being on suicide watch for your girlfriend leaves little space for romantic spontaneous love

I love you

I don’t want to be alive anymore

You have so much to offer the world

I have nothing to live for

You are more amazing then you realize

I am worthless

Your worth isn’t measurable by material things

I cant do this anymore

Please don’t give up

 

They played table tennis with words of encouragement

She walk across the tightrope of being careful not to step into statements that were emotionally manipulative.

 

She wanted to scream at her,

YOU ARE KILLING ME

I am drowning in your sadness and I don’t know how I can save us both.

But she didn’t.

She stroked her hair, she held her body as it shaked profusely and she kept reminding her not to give up

 

Broken people levitate to eachother

Their tears mix into a cocktail of systematic oppression and unshakeable sadness