Warning: suicidal thoughts and self harm references.
After he stormed out I left.
I didn't know what to do.
I wanted him to chase after me and say it was ok and he loved me.
He didn't.
I walked to the bridge.
The same one I always go to.
Therefore if anything happened he'd know where to find me.
I stood behind the railing looking down at the stormy waters far below.
He found me.
He shouted at me again.
Said I was being irrational.
I told him my wrists and thighs reflect how he makes my heart feel.
Ripped to threads.
He told me he can help me.
That he promises I will get better.
He said he'll do anything to make me better.
He said he wishes we could come out and be happy.
I told him I like that no one knows. I told him there's no simplicity that makes it boring.
I told him I love that our love is esoteric, only we know.
He said as long as I'm happy he is happy too because he loves me.
I know he loves me even though he never really shows me.