Suicide by Love

The words choked me.

Needing to be released so quickly

they all got stuck in my throat. Cutting off the air.

And you saw my silence

and thought it was a disdain for you.

Thought I didn’t say I loved you

because I really didn’t, not because I wanted to so badly it hurt.

I couldn’t breath and you walked away.

Leaving me to drop to my knees.

Struggling to grasp a breath, but I did not claw at my throat for air.

No.

I reached out to you.

Begging without words for you to come back.

To help me.

You never looked back. Not a single glance.

And the pain behind my ribs killed me.

The saddest part was not me laying dead,

with tears streaking my face and a hollow heart.

But the fact that there wasn’t enough of me left

without you. I was empty.

Your love kept me going.

And after it was dragged out by each step you took away from me,

I had nothing of my own to keep me alive.

It was suicide by love.

The only way love knows how to kill.

By there being none left.