knot.

Everyone asks " why can't you just untie it?" " Why can't you just let go?" Being held captive by another persons power who has the authority to make you feel for them, think of them, cry for them, beg for them, fuck it I'll even bleed for them. Holding strong, twisting, turning, cutting into my skin like a million silver pins. I am the punching bag that refuses to go down. Let me out so I can let love in but instead I invited you in and you have been here 3yrs far too long to be fucking up my space. It wasn't a waste, we cracked towards the end my friend. I keep your name loose on my lips and you keep mines ever so tight. One day I will bite until my teeth rots. Tonight, I'll sleep here, I'll hold my throat clutched. Living with this knot.