Cutting love

There was soft silk against my back, surrounding me as I lay.
My eyes were closed, darkness was all I saw. All I heard was a soft song from a bird. Then he came in and lay next to me. Saying not a word, just holding me. He lifted my bloodied wrists, where I let my depression sink in. And kissed them ever so gently. I shivered, but kept my eyes closed. Letting the darkness control my being. He whispered gently, open your eyes.
I open them slowly, ever so slowly, meeting his eyes with mine. I shivered at the site of the longing within those eyes. I tried to pull away, but went still with tiredness. Why do you do this? He asks softly holding my wrists in his gentle hands. I shake my head and feal hot tears searing down my cheek. I don't know, I reply. Life isn't worth it anymore I guess. I say trying to stop crying. He leans close, pulling me against him, kissing me between the eyes. Then what of me? He asks softly. I look at him crying harder. You are the only thing I live for. I say softly, rocked by his embrace and my tears.