Abyss

Suicide is holding me by my hips, his body pressed against my back as he whispers sweet nothings into my ears, willing me to go with him.
I have tried to stay away from him for so long, and somehow, he is back.
And I am ashamed at how much I realized I have missed him, how much I have missed the heavy feeling of him upon my chest.

He was the first ever darkness to sink me into the wells of the ocean, the first ever being to see all of the parts of my soul.
He is calling out to me so sweetly, and it is so fucking hard to resist him and his intoxicating self.
I want to be with him so badly, and it seems as if I will go mad without him.

Suicide is holding me by my ribs, carving his initials into my skin as if he always belonged there in the first place.
And after all the fighting I have done to keep him away, it is as if he had never left the abyss he built inside of me in the first place.
And it is a quiet calm now, and as the feeling of him washes over me, I am complete.