“why don’t you write me a poem?
You are a poet- it is your day of love.”
I held her but felt her hold her breath
She cried then laughed about life always being the same
She didn’t want to sleep so I stayed awake
I awoke in freezing pain
I’m just bleeding out in a bath
from a live heart surgery she gave me during Valentine’s Day
Feb 14, 2020
Feb 14, 2020 at 12:23 PM UTC
“why don’t you write me a poem?
You are a poet- it is your day of love.”
I held her but felt her hold her breath
She cried then laughed about life always being the same
She didn’t want to sleep so I stayed awake
I awoke in freezing pain
I’m just bleeding out in a bath
from a live heart surgery she gave me during Valentine’s Day
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