Sick, Sick, Sick

54 2 1
                                        

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

Just Some PoemsWhere stories live. Discover now