My Dearest Love – 

I’ve missed you immensely.  I never wanted us to be wrecked, I wanted you in my life, even in small doses. To see that love is not laughable and requires tenderness, something that you will never allow. You said, you are a man of your word, only toward the end. Promises of poetry and the assurance that abandonment would never ensue were bonds that were broken, crushed in a life size pestle and mortar to dust. I was thinking about you while watching The Flash the other day, there was this one scene where the wrongs of the past where in constant attempt to be re-written. Each time a change was made there was an even bigger fracture from the last, a massive debacle that would never reach a status of peace. I know that you are upset with me, I know that I have hurt you; not a fraction to the pain that you have caused me. A return that was tested, a lie that never existed, a perfectly French tipped toe in the ocean of your tumulus core. Your word is not your bond, one cannot pick and chose what words we hold onto for the sake of validity of integrity.  It is a whole body of work, the full puzzle not absent pieces. Lies and falsehoods ensue, on this Valentine’s Day; I wish you sorrowful tranquility. You will never truly know what you sacrificed in the name of fear. 12 inch tapered candles have now melted to votive sized, the beautiful meal on the table -- rancid, and the almond chocolates poisoned from the inside out. A promise to do things differently ended in a failed vow that never had the capacity to see itself to fruition. 

You win, I am finally out, 

Your one and only true Valentine x