A/N: The poem doesn't really go with the whole story but I didn't really care, I wanted to put something up. Sorry its late! R&R
I wrote your name in the sky,
but the wind blew it away.
You told me I didn't have to say I love you unless you felt I needed to. Right now your crying with cuts on your arm because of what your bastard friend said to you. If I saw Stan right now I would punch that fag in the face. He shouldn't have said that. When I saw you around that pool of blood, I felt the need to tell you I need you and I love you.
I wrote your name in the sand,
but the waves washed it away.
You said you wanted to be left alone so I did. As I sat in our bedroom, I heard louder crying and painful screams. I knew you were cutting yourself more. I knew exactly how you felt. I started crying myself, all because I couldn't help you. This picture of you, bleeding and ready to die was in my mind. That picture gave me motivation to help you. I got up from our bed and ran into the bathroom to see more cuts on your arm and some on your neck. Not even caring about the blood on the floor, I hugged you tightly telling you that everything is alright.
I wrote your name in my heart,
and forever it will stay.
You hugged me back whispering 'I'm sorry'. I lifted your head up and kissed you gently and you automatically kissed back. Your lips were chapped but I didn't care. I ran my hands through your red jewfro and you let out a moan. I picked you up and set you on the counter and washed up your blood and bandaged your cuts. After I was done you hugged me saying 'Thank you'. I knew this was the right moment to say...
"I love you, Kyle Broflovski. Never forget that."
"I love you too, Eric Cartman."