LOSS

Each time i felt like opening up i took a blade and opened my self up.When you kissed my bloody red wrists I swear it healed 10 times faster than before.when you kissed me for the very fast time I was scared.scared that you would taste the antidepressants on my lips and chock from my old whiskey breath that I had been taking that night and the night before and the night before that.i did not want to look at you because I did not want your eyes to catch mine because then in that moment you would have seen how much I had cried floated and sank in my tears. you said you loved me and I felt I was enough. You made me forget the windows of the two or three asylums I had become a guest in. You kissed me and its as if you knew I needed somebody there to hold me and wipe my tears. I found home in your arms and you made me forget I was damaged. temporarily you made me believe you loved me.And in that moment you imprisoned me in this tragedy.you took me to heaven and dropped me off in hell. The day I gave you my love and grace I lost more.more than before.