Loving You...In Your Depressive State

What happened to your eyes?
They've gone away for a while.
Words pour from my mouth excitedly
In anticipation of seeing you again.
But my face is clean, cold glass to you
And my words are rocks falling hard.
"I love you", I say, tender and quiet.
You mirror my words but the sound is muffled
Because I'm watching the shadow loom over your face
I'm watching the heaviness weigh you to the ground.
I grab at your hands but your veins turn black
And I watch in horror as the poison trickles downwards,
Thick and hot.
I'm trying to breathe you in,
But when you exhale ash fills my mouth.
I choke on my words trying to find you
But I can hear the bones in us both grating to dust.
What happened to your eyes?
I used to feel you moving.
I can't remember the last time you've stirred.

Re: My Need to Write More

Time since I've written anything: weeks.
Time since I've written here: days.

My need for writing is growing stronger than ever. Sometimes I feel like I ache for it. I complaint about my time restraints: no time to myself, no time to relax, not seeing my boyfriend for seven consecutive days. But I do manage to find time for things that won't ever matter in the long run. I clock seconds and minutes just scrolling mindlessly, quickly, through social media in intermittent spurts. It's time to give that up, save those precious seconds of my day, for writing and releasing myself with my words.

Starting now.