When I wake up my eyes sting
from the lights—until my eyes are fine.
My mom here crying holding my hand
Kenneth's face of relief when I opened my eyes
Shania looking down on me.
I try to move, but the pain keeps me
down so I motion her to come closer and she does. Her words get out quicker than mine.
Shouldn't have never came over to my place
then none of this would've happened in the first place.
Stop!
I say sitting up ignoring
the pain clutching her hand.
I don't care if I've gotten hurt, okay?
But I do.
She says.
I stop changing my sentence.
Lemme ask you something do you trust me?
She nods
Then we can do this, of course
there is going to be issues if we get together there's always problems, but I'm willing to
face those problems regardless of what people think of me. And I want you to be by my side 'till the end.
Are you willing to?
Patiently I wait, and she says the
word
Yes.
I kiss her lips softly glad she's
going to be part of my life.
YOU ARE READING
we all bleed red
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