Drip Feed Love

You feed him your love through an IV drip

While strapping him in tighter to a heart shaped bed

With desperation and pity and guilt

They have worked so well keeping him here

That and the force fed cocktails of implied suicide and practiced breakdowns

Washed down with a solution of tear soaked dependency issues

Keep on sedating him with those little white promises

Fortified with vitamin “I’ll change I swear”

And if you keep offering him physical therapy

He won’t need to find someone else for his wants and needs

Besides, if he does, you can always claim he was never your client

He made you provide your services against your will

But that's the best you can hope for with love forced through a drip feed

Reviews

[icelandicblue]

Oh this was fabulous, tethered with guilt and dependency the heart monitor records erratic readings. I love the medical jargon within this little love saga from the ICU.