I wrote, and wrote to you,

about you

for you

because of you 

and for me.

just to keep living 

just to keep breathing,

just to keep the heart beating,

just to keep the blood running

just to keep the tears falling

just to keep making things happen

that would remind me. ‘I’m still alive’, happen.

but I woke

and I struggled for air

and I palpitated 

then I cut myself

and I wept, and cried noiselessly

but I stayed living

only because you told me to wait.