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You told me it was fool’s errand To try and save you. But the only fool’s errand here Is me thinking I can save you Twice.   I did it once in our game of tag. I’ve been chasing you down to save you. And now it’s your turn to Chase – –  And find – Yourself.   You cannot drag me once more To a party Only to leave without a word. I cannot continue to hunt you down. I’m always out of breath.   You know I would lie for you. I would take a bullet for you. I would bury a

It’s the next morning.   We attempt to make your bed. The blankets lap the mattress Like waves on the beach, Clasping their water hands Against the sheets, Trying to dig their shell nails in In refusal to wake up.   They struggle against the cotton And the wool And the warmth.   The bed does not want to be made.   It wants you to pull me back into its Ocean of sheets And drown in the sensual chaos Of an unmade bed.

I carry my grief Like an unwanted infant. He’s snuggled against my chest In survival, Sucking the life From my breast, While I stand motionless, Unable to feel Or care For him. While the life leaves my eyes, He cries out, Sounding an alarm That I’m desperate To ignore. He needs to be fed, Be bathed, Be changed. But I Am Just So Tired. I fight the urge To suffocate him, My hand around his tiny mouth, Knowing the only way to end his life Is To let him live Until he’s ready to g