I fell in love with your twisted mind, for the tantalising games you played that pushed me to the brink of insanity but never did anything make me feel more alive,
I managed to secure the Bipap mask tightly, double checking for air leaks and prayed that this would be enough to stabilise his saturation long enough to restart his failing heart.
a dilemma, to believe in karma -‘what goes around comes around’- or that que sera sera- ‘whatever will be, will be’
“Wasn’t losing myself enough for you?”
Would you rather spend two weeks stuck in a psychiatric ward or stuck in a circus tent?
“His lips tasted like burnt cigarettes.”