Fiction for your comfort and concern

My blood is thick with tolerance
but not to your indifference
This is not something limited to your convenience
I am hurting too

I can't stomach the anxiety
And to watch you sleep comfortably
I thought we could achieve some normalcy
but here I am no longer your lover, just your baby

I am emptying bottles, but you've got the high
I beg you to stay awake but it's in your eyes
Self reliance would do me good
Waking up alone would do me less harm

Arm in arm? I think not
I'll make the clinic trip on my own
Early morning, while that quilt keeps you warm

And I wonder how much lost blood will there be.

You're safe inside while I weather the storm
Early morning, and I hope that guilt keeps you warm
And I wonder how much lost love will there be.