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My friend once asked me,

"is it possible
to kill yourself

without killing yourself?"
and I found the thought absurd.

Why would you want
to put yourself
through that kind of hurt

I got concerned
wondering why someone
anyone
would want that pain.
But slowly their question
bubbled away
into the dark crevasses of my brain.

A few days later
I met you
and we talked without words
and the attention I got
was enough from you.
That it played my emotions
like the keys of a piano
and I would play a merry tune.

And it took time
but I started to realise
that maybe the way
your emotions played mine
may have meaning
and I found myself
on the edge of the pool.
Wondering whether I should attempt to swim.

Yet the water chose for me
and I found myself,
drowning in an emotion
that I have heard be called love
and I found I didn’t want to be saved.

But then I was told
about how you loved someone else
and my high crashed down
and I was pulled out the water
and my tune turned sour
and I remembered a question
my friend once asked.

Well now I can say
I finally learnt how
to kill myself 
without killing myself
and it was through something as simple
as loving someone 
who loved someone else.