It was unintentional.
They nearly put me away.
Instead she jut... floated
to me and said
that she would love me as long as needed.

And the friends are all pacified,
the products perched.

My left arm will probably have nerve
damage but
she wrapped it with some gauze,
and who am I to question sincerity?

Truth is -
I've got one good one.
A good hand left.
It coagulates and bends still.
It's weird.
The body has given up.
And the mind wanders.

But I tell her
I'm mad,
she should just go.
It'll hurt her.

She stays.j
She remains.
And really, most
importantly,
she knows that injury doesn't mean weakness.

All I can do is make a fist.
All this excited bloodwork has me feeling
cold.

She woke me up to lay on
the side of the bed
with less blood.

I'm not one to deny
these physical expressions.

Wow! That's an interesting poem! I wonder whether it's a true story though :)

pain & tenderness

So so glad you are back here sharing your writes PP..

just raw and powerful, thanks plastic :)

Thanks,jesally, teasing, ainjel, and bastet. You last three especially know how you spoil me with kindness.

they are kind, aren't they?

Kinda reminds me of the relationship I'm in now. I like it.