I wish to puzzle you out of my memory;
to write you as a riddle too complex to solve.
The last time that I blew out a candle,
I lingered on the ache for selective amnesia.
Your words alone mark me.
I display bruises in vibrant hues of purple slander and brown libel.
Mixed together, I possess the color of rot.
Yet, I name you not.
You are nothing except my everything.
How do I allow myself to value you above all else?
If you held a gun to my head then yours,
I would be more scared of the sleek metal against your skin.
There is no life without you.
I wish I had stayed in the water a moment longer.
Hesitation is important before making a mistake.
Before, the only thing that could drown me was waves.
Now, you can do the same.
When I asked you,
"Why do you love me?"
You hesitated before muttering clichés.
Your misused passion broke my heart that day.
