Who
cleaned you up
when
blood flowed from your mouth
and
tears stained your face?
Who
massaged your back
when
tension filled your body
and
anxiety took over?
Who
held your hand
when
screams erupted from your throat
and
the nightmare consumed your every thought?
Who
kissed you senseless
when
reality was a blur for you
and
you needed something to keep you from dreaming?
Who
lay beside you
when
sleep refused to visit you
and
your frail body could barely move?
Who
listened to you
when
you'd taken all you could handle
and
your mind and body were on the verge of giving up?
Who was there for you through everything?
ME.
I WAS.
I CLEANED YOU UP AND MASSAGED YOUR BACK AND HELD YOUR HAND AND KISSED YOU SENSELESS AND LAY BESIDE YOU AND LISTENED TO YOU AND
WHO DID THAT FOR ME?
IT SURE AS HELL WASN'T YOU.
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Because I hate backstabbers and people who don't try in a relation/friendship. Not that I've experienced many of either (thank god).
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Late Night Thoughts
Poetry["I'm lost in a forest of thoughts and the trees are in flames."] Poems of some sort and thoughts and feelings and questions that will never be answered. Highest ranking: 73rd in poetry - 23.2.16 *cover made by @-misadventures*
