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 I 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.

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