XXV
Please,
don’t leave me.
You are the first friendly face
and the first to look me in the eye
for what seems like a lifetime.
Your warm blanket is my savior.
Don’t ask what happened.
Should I know, more so than
the others?
I saw what I saw.
My friends haven’t been found,
my family is dead.
Everything I ever knew is now
lost-
Don’t ask me how I feel.
No, this blood
isn’t mine.
My body is fine.
Yes, coffee sounds good.
And some *****
if you’ve got it.
Anything to wash away
what I’ve seen
because it feels too real,
you know?
May 20, 2017
May 20, 2017 at 7:10 AM UTC
XXV
Please,
don’t leave me.
You are the first friendly face
and the first to look me in the eye
for what seems like a lifetime.
Your warm blanket is my savior.
Don’t ask what happened.
Should I know, more so than
the others?
I saw what I saw.
My friends haven’t been found,
my family is dead.
Everything I ever knew is now
lost-
Don’t ask me how I feel.
No, this blood
isn’t mine.
My body is fine.
Yes, coffee sounds good.
And some *****
if you’ve got it.
Anything to wash away
what I’ve seen
because it feels too real,
you know?
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