Covered In Goosebumps

Where are you? After I finished injecting the last of my shot, I called for you while still bleeding all over my grey sweater and our purple sheets, you never came. In-between coughing and trying my best not to vomit, I asked if you could please turn the lights off and maybe hand me something to stop the bleeding.. I mean, if it’s not too troubling. I waited and for a second I thought I heard your footsteps on the hardwood floor but ten minutes passed without you opening the door, did you know I was in here alone?

The bleeding stopped and the blood’s all dried up, sorry about the stain on your pillow, I did my best to keep from dripping but my eyes were un-focusable pinballs with a sensitivity to light bulbs. I really thought you’d come, you always come but this time I’m lonely hiding under our sheets I’ve stained with blood. I don’t understand why you’re not here, it doesn’t make any sense but I’ll continue to lay here listening for your footsteps again.

The light’s are far too bright and the room is much too cold without you nuzzled into my back, cold enough to cover my body in goosebumps. Where are you? Someone tell her I need her, tell her I’m sorry about the blood.

All I want is for her to come lay her head on my back and wrap her arms around my waist for a minute or two. She doesn’t have to stay too long, just as long as her watch isn’t tick ticking in my ear. I just need a moment where her screams are silenced and all that’s left are whispers, “I love you too.” she only needs to stay until those whispers sound true.

Baby, I love you. This love is irreversible and I’m undeniably consumed, I’m wrapped up in being wrapped up in you. Come warm these goosebumps, whisper something sweet and who knows— maybe this time it’ll actually be you who’s wrapped up in me.

But until then I continue waiting, listening for the sound of your footsteps on the hardwoods again and hoping this time they’ll lead you to bed.