Forget Me Knot

My confession of love sounds too much like a goodbye for him.. He tells me my affinity for bending words to my will is a curse, but I'm about to bless him still.

He struggles with my truth because every letter wax seals his insecurities inside of me. I become a carrier for broken things hoping to be healed.

I want him to know he can bury himself deep inside me. I'm more than willing to love all the parts of him his last commitment taught him to hate.

My mother said I could be anything in this world.. and I choose to be loved by him. I don't want to be anything like a delicate flower. I don't want to be something he can pick apart. But we sit parallel one another day drinking in public and I can’t seem to stop reliving my suicide. Yeah I think I’d rather die than to be the second string pick to the under qualified, over rated mediocrity he’s accustomed to. Do I blame him? Do I shame him?

Sam Smith is screaming in my ears coaxing me to finish what I started last July and honestly it’s the most tempting thing I’ve encountered since losing my virginity.