‘you saved my life, i owe you one,’ you say,
but you’re wrong,
because i didn’t truly save your life
and you don’t just owe me one,
you owe me everything
because although i might have taken
the bullet for all the wrong reasons,
i’m still the one bleeding out here,
there’s still a hole in my chest
and blood filling my shoes
but you’re still saying i saved your life
and that you owe me,
but you never really come through
with that promise,
you never really do anything,
but need saving
and i’m tired of you always owing,
and me always saving,
and you always offering to settle the debt
through meaningless little things
that you know don’t matter to me
because there’s only one thing i want
and i’m sorry for wanting it
because i know how much you don’t,
but that doesn’t make me want it any less,
that doesn’t make me want you any less
so please stop asking if you can settle the debt,
because you can and you know it,
but you won’t,
so at least just go get me some band aids
because the bullet lodged in my chest
is still covered with your name
and i’m dying here.
