Make A Plan To Love Me

Scared shitless out of my mind.
Looking at you pace back and forth.
In CVS's bathroom and it's dirty.
There's piss all over the floor.
The room smells like shit, urine, and other xxx items.
I want to get out of here.
The room is suffocating me.
I can't breathe right.
I need to get out of here.

And you're crying.
There's tear drops falling to the ground.
I don't know how to comfort you cause I'm a mess too.
Your eyes are puffy and red and your face has tear streaks on it.
I want to kiss you and kiss your tears away but my body can't move.

Two minutes pass….
One minute pass….

"It's done,"
You shake uncontrollably to yourself.

I walk over to you.
But I'm not walking.
I don't know what I'm doing.
All I see is that little plus.
What does the plus mean?
WHAT THE FUCK DOES THE PLUS MEAN?

You're not saying anything.
I don't know what to do.
Why aren't you saying anything?
I'm too young. I'm too young. I'm too young.
I feel too young. I feel too young. I feel too young.

And you fall down.
Unto the floor.
Crawling into a ball.
Clenching the pregnancy stick.
Like it's the most awful thing you've ever held.
And it's burning your hand but you need to hold it.
Or else someone's life you love dearly is going to end.

And you're crying.
You can't stop crying.
You're just crying.

Throwing punches to the floor.
Screaming, "Why why why?"
And I don't know what to do.

But I hug you, my October.
I hug you and cry with you.
Holding you delicately inside my arm.
Because we made a stupid mistake.
We did and I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.