A letter signed
Because I love you,
I swallow your sins,
Echo your sadness as a song the world finds beautiful but you know is nothing more than dissonant repetition bouncing off of a brick wall.
Because I love you,
I let the bile rise in your throat,
The acid corrode what’s within,
Pushing the oxygen out of your chest.
Because I love you,
I watch blankly as you collapse on the ground,
You convulse but my lips are sealed;
Regret tears at the insides of my cheeks
Because I love you
I stay with you as you slide down the wall,
Shoulders shaking, earth quaking,
Your bones shattering, crystallizing, melting all at the same time.
Because I love you,
I hold my tongue,
Promise the silence will remain unperturbed:
Only we know of what happened between these four walls.
Because I love you,
I feel the fury rise in me;
My vision is red,
And you stand there, unsure of what to do.
Because I love you,
I finally stop staring down at the sink
and look up into the mirror.
Because I love you,
I study your features,
Those worn and etched like the rivers into the earth,
Those tear marks are fresh, but fading.
Because I love you,
I turn on the faucet,
Let the deluge of water fall,
Drown out my sorrows and doubts.
Because I love you,
I recognize that there is more to life than melancholic melodies tailored to empty promises and unwanted advances.
I inhale the air and taste its sweetness mixed with the salty droplets that have fallen on my tongue.
Because I love you,
I decide that it’s up to me to make things better:
I have a say in the matter,
And I’m stepping up, once and for all.
Because I love you,
I want to apologize
For all the times I left you alone.
I’m here now
Because I love you