#tw rocd

[anonhunx]

Scott Hunter OCD group chat memes

[oldpoetryandwhatnot]

I. 

the first time I told you I loved you we were drunk on your living room couch. six shots of tequila in my stomach, liquid courage, gave me the boldness to tell you.

I meant it.

II.

you cried because you felt sad, or maybe because you felt scared. maybe it was too soon for you. you said it back anyway.

we fell asleep with the lights on.

III.

loving you was easy. it felt like nothing else i’d ever known. most days i questioned when the hard part would come.

the honeymoon phase, they call it.

IV.

as time went on you grew cold. the light that once shone from your eyes, now dim. you said it’s nothing but i knew better. you had to leave, this time for good. clutching my chest i begged, please, don’t.  i choked out the words you dread the most.

i meant it. 

V.

there is nothing left of me.

[oldpoetryandwhatnot]

you called me this morning

on your 45 minute walk to work,

or to group therapy

or wherever it is that you go on wednesday mornings 

in the early morning light

when you can’t think straight

and you’re scared but need to hear my voice.

i smiled when i woke 

to see that photo of you laughing

on my phone screen,

the gentle hum of a long forgotten song in my ear.

my “good morning, love,

how are you?”

met with stifled sobbing on the other line.

it happens every day,

you wake up and feel uncertain,

uncomfortable and afraid,

and you call me to try to make the hurt go away.

it pains me to hear the ache

in your voice, your heart,

as you ask me if i’m sure this love is meant to be.