(If I said I loved you. If I Simply told you, right to your face. How would you answer me? They told me a crazy person repeats what is told to them. Is that who I am now? I don't mind the jokes. I love em. And I love you. This one is for you.)
Same white sheets in the same white room. Wake up, piss, meds, yawn. Maybe this heaven, maybe that guy really shot me, and this my coma. My dreams. For awhile, it was hard to tell. I actually pinched myself, a few times. The only light was from the buzzing chemical bulbs overhead. Some heaven, right?
Every single person in that place liked me. Fuck, some probably loved me. Probably could of got with half the chicks there, but it wasn't the time or the place. I just think everyone there wanted to be loved. Fuck, I'm no different. Good thing the meds curved my appetite. Ha.
The nurses either loved or hated me. I was always nice about asking for things. From Simple water to warming my blankets before bed. Pretending it was someone. Yea, I am crazy. Fucking dryer. Funny mine woke me up from my nap today. We broke so many rules in that place. Me especially. No touching, even though it was a hug when you cried. I wanted to, but no one really asked me. I just gave. Think I'll wear that shirt tomorrow. I snuck into your room and talked to you. I walked in your shoes. I felt your pain every group. I wanted to share mine, my happiness, my candy. I gave you all of me, and you loved me for it.
I thought my life sucked. Then I met all of them.
I'm gonna be as happy as I can. It could have been so much worse.
I'm better now.
Love made me better. Love is a miracle. It shouldn't exist in this world. This world is cold. It demands the most when we are at our weakest. How do we show love? If you have to ask, remember how nice I am. How nice I've always been. You can't break me again. Never again. That isn't me. I'm too fucking strong.
