You Told Me

You're dying you told me.

The doctors have given you only a few months,

and you are alone.

I wish you were here, so I could help you these final few months.

I would make sure you are housed, fed, and loved.

Maybe we would marry like we have talked about.

You only had an im, and you have been on it lately.

I miss you, I love you.

I want to cry but I cannot.

Are you safe or homeless?

Are you fed or hungry?

Are you loved or unloved?

I hope those questions are yes for you, but I no not.

I want to help you to die with dignity.

To die with someone who loves you and you love back.

Even if I never hear from you again, you will always be in my heart.

All I want is for you to die with dignity,

and if I would be apart of that my wish will come true.






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Words and Escape

Oh oh. Here it goes again.

I stare between the eyes.

Hateful words come out.

I stay stoic.

I hear words like stupid, dumb, idiot pass my ears.

Yeah, yeah goes through my mind.

Threats chill me.

I remain steadfast.

Anger increases.

I plan my escape.

Then all is quiet.

I exhale slowly.

Footsteps fade.

I leave permanently.

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