Sep 12, 2006 00:03
"Our love is the size of these tumors inside us
Our love is the size of this hospital room, you're my hospital
groom
Put the ring on my finger, so tight it turns blue
A constant reminder, I'll die in this room if you die in this room
Sit like a watchdog and patiently wait
Listen for footsteps down the hallways, visit beds like they're
graves
Days go by so slowly
Nights go by so slowly
In a hospital room
In a box built for two
I fight for air, fight for my own air
forget all the things I can do alone
I fight for a heart, I fight for a strong heart
I fight to never know this sickness you know
But I know it's my own, I gave it a home
Our love is the size of these tumors inside us
Our love is the size of this hole in the ground, where my heart's
buried now."
Ok so I've been listeing to this song for 6 years not having any idea what the lyrics meant.
I wish that I couldnt relate to that song. I wish that none of this ever happened.
I've been going to Connecticut once a week since he got sick. Its been 4 months a few days since hes been at his moms house, and in and out of the hospital. He started getting really sick in January with neumonia, and it just got worse from there.
The week that he went into the hospital my aunt died.
Everyone strong just keeps dying or going away. I dont know if I can keep replacing them. I go every week and I sit in the hospital room with him. And I run into the bathroom every hour to cry and freak out and then I go back into the room and tell him I love him like nothing ever happened. I just dont want him to think that I'm scared because then he'll be scared too.
I sit in the bathroom in the hospital. The one in the hallway that I think is just there so that I can cry when I need too, because I never see anyone else go in there. Its cold and damp and gross, and it smells way to much like cheap dollar store air freshener. I try to sit in the sun and I close my eyes. I take a deep breath and think about the best times I've has with him. I think about January when it was freezing cold and we didnt want to turn the heat on so we'd just spend all morning under the covers doing crossword puzzles and making out. Thats my best memory. Every time I think about him being there forever thats what I think about.
I dont think I can do this anymore.