But I'm dead, I told her.
But she did not listen.
She looked me in the eyes and whispered
"You are very much alive to me"

I couldn't quite grasp her words,
I'm alive?
If I'm alive, why can't I breath?
Why would I much rather feel pain,
than happiness?

I looked down at my scabbed thighs,
and brusied arms.
But look at me, I say.
I've done this to myself, 
no person, like me, should deserve to be alive.

Her eyes glistened, as if the sparkle in her eye,
was speaking for her. 
Her worried stare, pinged through my body.

How could someone like me, deserve anything?
I repeated to her.
She spoke no words. As if her vocal chords were drowned out
by the sorrow on her face.

Her bony hands reached towards me,
Grabbing my shaking, clammy hands.
She held them to her face.

But you're warm you see. The warmth of your heart
is coming through your hands. I can feel it. You are very much alive,
I can feel it.

I watched her ruby lips move elegantly as she spoke.
I couldn't say anything to her.  I couldn't.
Not because I lost my voice, but because the emotions that I were feeling
vanished and all that filled me, was her. 

Too many words could describe her.
Her mesmerizing beauty.
Her midnight hair
the crooked teeth she smiled at me with.

If you can't live for yourself. Live for me.
Live for me because I can't live without you.
She whispered each word. With so much passion
and pain stitched into each thing she said.

And I listened. I listened to her.
Because,
for the first time in my life,
I was happy.

I was
In love.