No Romeo and Juliet

*Edited for Content* He was hurting, I was distant. I would bury, he ignored his. He would open then retract. I never gave him what he’d give. He never asked, we’d disconnect, no interest in the life I live. I wanted him, but needed more. He made it easy to let him go. We were a moment, it wasn’t real, oh the things he didn’t know. He would live when I was with him, and I wouldn’t drink. We talked each other off the ledge, was brought back from the brink. Now he’s sinking, and I’m dying, yet we won’t reach out. So awkward and so stubborn, no relief to use for clout. He could have loved me, I could have helped him, with some work we could have managed. But some things, you can’t fix, once it’s seen this much damage.