Incrementally Falling

The pieces floating.
I ate too much my stomach is bloating.
But never as much as her.
I see our names together,
And I swallow back bile.
The way you miss her, and every other bad decision, is vile.

You’re cared out. Loved out.
You gave it all away to everyone before me. And on a day when I couldn’t take myself anymore, you told me you didn’t care, you’ve been here too many times. And to get away from you.

But when you’re sick, I lay with you. I hold your hand and tell you sweet things. I make sure you drink enough water, and take your medicine.

Maybe I’m too much of a nurture-er. Maybe it’s that I care too much. Love you much too hard. Every day it breaks me all over again. And maybe someday there won’t be anything left.