Letters To My Love #Wattys2016

Letter Twenty-Six

Dear Love,

It wasn't your fault

that my wrist

was running 

with red,

and my eyes

were running

with tears.

It was my fault,

It was all 

my fault.

I cut

and sliced

because I was trying to save you

and the only way

was to bargain

with my soul.

I was crying

with tears

made of led,

because

I thought of you

and your hugs

and your kisses

and your smile

and your eyes

and your hair

and your art

and your love,

mostly your love.

It saved me before

but now,

it's what I thought of

when I was giving up

all that I had,

to give you

all that you deserved.

You love

is the only thing

I ever got

that made sense

and was free

with no expectations to pay for.

Thank you,

in the time 

that I was breathing

I realized

what it was like

to be in love

and to be loved

in return,

and that

is the greatest thing

that you could have given me,

trust me.

It's not your fault

it never was

and it never will be.