TW: mention of suicide attempt, e\/d and s\/h<\/p>\n
When I took my last overdose, I told my friend.
\nThe one who lived with me.
\nThe one who cooked for me when the thought of food sent me into a spiral.
\nThe one who had been sacrificing her nights to sleep in my bed,
\nto make sure I was safe.<\/p>\n
I guess it is sufficient to say, I was not.
\nI was not safe,
\nyet I don\u2019t think I have ever been more cared about,
\nmore looked after.<\/p>\n
I miss our nights together,
\nit was bad but there was laughter.<\/p>\n
Leaving you behind was the hardest thing I could do,
\nI love you to the moon and back but the moon was an egg
\nand it burst open so there was nowhere our love could lead us to.<\/p>\n
Having you pin down my hands
\nwas the most confronting thing you had to do.
\nI wanted you to know I was hurting myself under the blankets
\nbut same-mindedly, did not want you to stop me from doing so.<\/p>\n
So I guess it came as a relief, the day I called you to tell you TW: mention of suicide attempt, e\/d and s\/h When I took my last overdose, I told my friend. The one who lived with me. The one who cooked for me when the thought of food sent me into a spiral. The one who had been…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2465,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[5344,2538,3922],"class_list":["post-117011","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","tag-2022hour13","tag-hour13","tag-hourthirteen"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/117011","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2465"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=117011"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/117011\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":117014,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/117011\/revisions\/117014"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=117011"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=117011"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=117011"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nI am happy.<\/em>
\nBut to me, it was the end of a time
\nwhere you loved me more
\nthan I loved life.
\nAnd it felt good to be wanted.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"