i’m writing you a letter,

about the colors in your eyes

i feel my pulse quicken

but our plot will never thicken

we will never hit our peak

you told me I was strong

but I have never felt so weak.

this anger slips through my fingers

it’s sand on the beach

the waves of memories 

crash over me

as I begin to drown.

the Earth flipped upside down

the blood pooling around my feet

dripping down my chest

told me I was your favorite

told me I was the best.

guilt kissed me on the lips

the blood grows cold beneath my hips

“Be brave, hold onto hope,”

the mantra I repeat

as my neck holds onto rope.