Skinny Love

He was always there, he never gave up. His eyes, hazel and quiet held a haze of sadness whenever he looked at me. I couldn't love him the way I needed too. He cared too much and was far too deep. Couldn't he tell I was hollow smoke waiting to fade away?

She was so small in fragile. Her bones were feathers with a heart that weighed her down. She was withering away and killing herself slowly. Her eyes were empty and vague, staring at space. I held onto her like gravity, digging my feet into the ground and trying to hold her down so she wouldn't slip through my fingers.