I know I’m in pain, but you might have it worse.
I can writhe and close my eyes, but you have to watch it.
You glance over helpless or turn your head away, because this is something you can’t fix.
I’m not the girl you fell in love with, I may be a wreck now but you married me healthy.
If you want to leave, you’re not letting it show.
Instead you gather my meds and bring me to the doctors.
Trying to help the only ways you know how, and it’s everything to me.
I toss and turn all night, thrashing around in pain.
I may be keeping you awake as pain steals sleep from us both.
You may have it worse. Helpless, hopeless.
Pain demeans us both, in different ways.
I don’t know how you deal with this.
Watching your loved one suffer and fade away.
I’m half the girl I used to be, and you’re twice the man I could have ever hoped for.