2 surgeries in 2 weeks.
More meds. More pills.
A loving man walking in then
Sweeping me off of my feet when I needed it most
Caring for me
Making me laugh
Telling me all of the best things
Helping me smile and laugh through the pain
His voice, singing to me.
Putting up with me through my tears.
And now I’m healing again.
And he’s leaving me.
Because being this sick will break anyone.
You can’t break what’s already broken
So I broke him instead.
And now the one thing keeping me going
The one man to love me probably ever left me.
Because no one ever stays in love with the sick girl.