And you ask me why I have cared for so very long..
why I love you the way that I do--
down on the floor, (arms raised like a little child)
asking me to hold you. <3
And late at night, fully spent
from the amount of work that it takes
just, to survive another day, trying. crying
on the edge of the bed, (arms raised like a little child)
wanting me to help you put those warm,
When your heart barely beats anymore its
own life-giving pulse, and your lungs are no longer able to find air
You turn towards me,
and ask me to breathe in to you--
like a beautiful, little child.
"I quit talking again
but I know you're still listening
to see if I sleep, or I pierce my skin--
Needles, to the worn out rags
the folds in my arms, the sickening black
And I haven't been taking my meds
so lock all the cabinets, and send me to bed
Cause I know you're still worried, I'm gonna get scared
cause I'm alone again, and I don't like the things I see"