I saw an ambulance this morning
And I thought of you
Without any breath
All slashed up
Or drowned
Or suffocated
Your fire put out
And I felt sick
I saw what the boys did
And heard what they said
And I remembered
How we wore short shorts that summer
And how I drew red lines down my legs
And my arms
And didn’t care that I did it
In front of you
Or him
Or her
Or them
And I felt sick
And I’m still worried
That I still love you
That I can never cut you out
That you’ve grown into my bones
Into my lungs
And that I breathe you in deeper each day
And it makes me sick, sick, sick
