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May 2018
You lay in that bed
With IVs and tubes
Wondering why I'm upset
When your boyfriend talks about your *****.

You laugh with them
And seem happy
But when you look at me
I see only sappy

You give me this look
Like as if you're blue
For having your *******
In the ICU next to you

Stop the ******* pity
I dont want any of it
I'm tired of this stupid game
I'm sick of this ****.

You're already making plans
When you leave this forsaken place
But when I ask to take you out
You give me a certain face

You only say maybe
And give me a fake smile
But plans with him
Doesn't seem to take a while.

Lord please forgive me
For the sins I will make
But this whole ******* game
Is starting to seem fake.
Jonathan Nouse
Written by
Jonathan Nouse  24/M/Virginia
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