Don't pull me when I offer you my hand

Illness you had, made me sometimes mad. But seeing you begin fat, and laying you flat, making speaking you like a rat. But I fell inlove with how the amount of puppies and humans you pat. And in the amount of happiness how you chat. I was okay with it drifting away. Because I love you. And I'll always *protect* you. That day, you offered me to death. Were I felt sudden change in air. And my hair got fuzzed. We stood infront of our balcony, filled with butterflies we had, drinking a whine glass, you having your Hand around my waist, and me admiring you while talking. Me whiping the whine from your lips, to not get your favourite t-shirt full of dirt. Drips of whine stopped overflooding, suddenly you looked concentrated at the sky. ,,You are suddenly interesting at the sky huh?", I laughed and laid my hand on your shoulder. You didn't answer. Your grip git tighter and you pushed me on you, saying: ,,Shall we jump togehter?" Red I saw all over the place. Your smile creeped me out. And suddenly made me feel disgusting. I felt like screaming but I knew something was off. The way your facial expressions were, your hands you moved and how you talked. You weren't you anymore. I let my glass fall. The amount of glass my face was smashed with: ,,Honey, you are bleeding!!!", I didn't seem to care. My blood was lighter then the whine you drank..