errisirre

I’ve been sitting on your doorstep for three days. Here are the nothings I left under the mat: i.I do not feel like a lion anymore, an alpha wolf, a hyena or any other strong-willed beast. ii. Today, I want to take my scars out to lunch, feed them your eyes, & your tongue until it bleeds sorrow, and “please forgive me’s”. iii.  You wish I never existed as you grind those words into my wrists like they are red hibiscus blossoms. & I’ll have you know I am a flower, bloomed, rooted deep into the soil. You are just a combination of 26 letters- an “I wish…”