Co(dependency)

I don't ask you about the scars on your skin, and you don't ask me about the blood under my nails.

Without me there to soothe the pain you get from your wounds you cry and shutdown. Without you here to clean the red from my hands I scream and punch the wall.

(Symbiotic. Parasitic. Mutualistic. Either way, it takes two.)

I crawled up from the dirt and you grabbed my hand to pull me out. You fell from the sky and I caught you in my arms to soften the fall.

(Live or die, but our fingers are intertwined).