Make A Plan To Love Me

We are inside your car.
The seats are pulled back.
My hand is on your hand.
I talk.

Me: I can't keep this baby.
You: I know.
Me: You'll go to jail.
You: I know.
Me: I'll be a drop out single mother.
You: I know.
Me: My life will be ruined.
You: I love you October.
Me: Do you want to keep it?
You: Yes.
Me: Do you love it already?
You: It is not an 'It'.
Me: Fine, do you love the baby already?
You: Yes.
Me: You gave me a stupid answer.
You: I know.
Me: I can't keep this baby, Frank.
You: I want you to.
Me: No, I can't.
You: Lets run away.
Me: No.
You: Lets run away.
Me: You're crazy.
You: I love you and this baby. Our baby.
Me: I love you Frank. But I can't keep this baby.
You: It hurts.
Me: Life hurts.
You: Loving hurts.
Me: Loving does not hurt. Loosing hurts. Gaining hurts. Loving does not hurt.
You: Gaining hurts more than loosing.
Me: You know what'll hurt me the most about this?
You: What?
Me: When the baby dies, a little of my heart will die with it.
You: I love you.

You pull up my shirt.
And kiss my little bulging belly.