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Just Di
Tuesday, August 28
You're a fucking joke!
You have no clue what a hard life is, until they've sat you down at
that desk at the doctors office with your mother while they tell you,
you had a death sentence. To set your burial in order, just in case...
When you get your blood drawn 3 times a week and look like a druggie,
ashamed of your war wounds. Of losing hair in the shower and watching it
catch in the drain. Losing your body to the steriods. Anyone who says you
lose weight batteling cancer never went on Chemo. Those fuckers!
You've never had to see your friends, the people you see everytime you
get your shots. The same people you held hands with while they cried,
watching a bag and a needle giving them life that is like a ticking
fucking clock.
Talk to me when you get a needle the size of a Cadillac in your spine...
Call me when you know what a fucking hard life is.
We'll talk.
that desk at the doctors office with your mother while they tell you,
you had a death sentence. To set your burial in order, just in case...
When you get your blood drawn 3 times a week and look like a druggie,
ashamed of your war wounds. Of losing hair in the shower and watching it
catch in the drain. Losing your body to the steriods. Anyone who says you
lose weight batteling cancer never went on Chemo. Those fuckers!
You've never had to see your friends, the people you see everytime you
get your shots. The same people you held hands with while they cried,
watching a bag and a needle giving them life that is like a ticking
fucking clock.
Talk to me when you get a needle the size of a Cadillac in your spine...
Call me when you know what a fucking hard life is.
We'll talk.
Saturday, August 11
Armand
I remember why I have the look on my face...
It was the funny face, staring back at me.
It was only a few minutes before,
after the French movie with English subtitles that you
told me about the pretty little English stewardess and I instantly forgave
you for spending a week in Mijorca by myself.
Then I told you about the Danish blonde guy
and you laughed with your head back and almost dropped the camera.
We were seriously the dirty bitches that vacation.
And we both never told anyone else about it.
It was probably the best time I'll have in my life
and I have to thank you for that with all my heart.
We were yin & yang. You lived through me, I lived through you.
At first when you died,
I didn't think I could go on. I didn't know what to do with myself anymore.
You were my anchor and my best friend.
Now I think of you as my fallen angel, my saving grace...
I know when I talk to you, you hear me, you always were
a nosy bastard.
I miss you.
It was the funny face, staring back at me.
It was only a few minutes before,
after the French movie with English subtitles that you
told me about the pretty little English stewardess and I instantly forgave
you for spending a week in Mijorca by myself.
Then I told you about the Danish blonde guy
and you laughed with your head back and almost dropped the camera.
We were seriously the dirty bitches that vacation.
And we both never told anyone else about it.
It was probably the best time I'll have in my life
and I have to thank you for that with all my heart.
We were yin & yang. You lived through me, I lived through you.
At first when you died,
I didn't think I could go on. I didn't know what to do with myself anymore.
You were my anchor and my best friend.
Now I think of you as my fallen angel, my saving grace...
I know when I talk to you, you hear me, you always were
a nosy bastard.
I miss you.
