When I drag the blade across my skin I remember the feel of his lips on my skin. When my blood runs lazily down my arms I can hear the lazy drawl of his voice. And
when the darkness finally overtakes me, I can see his face.
I can see the disappointment in his eyes, for my weakness, for my waste.
He pushes me back, out of the warm light and back to my dimmed reality.
When I open my eyes I am surrounded by eyes full of tears.
I am back
and a little less empty.