Expectations

I don't know how he expects me to stand here and watch him, how I'm supposed to just carry on as though constantly fearing that he'll fall off the edge doesn't destroy me.

He's the person who makes me the happiest right now, he keeps me sane, without him I'd lose my self. A month; an eternity. The same. How am I supposed to react when he says "My life won't be worth it. I wouldn't be willing to continue" when he's the person who keeps me wanting to continue?

How many times have I thought to break it off even though I'd have to start all over on a life not worth living? How many times has the thought of him being alone hurt me? How many times do I have to wonder who it is I'm in love with? How many times do I have to wonder if this is just lust? How many times do I have to hear his tear soaked voice before I die of a broken heart?

He is my heart.

How can he expect me to watch him hurt himself? How can I expect my self to not try to help him?

How do I help him?