It started with a whisper in the distance, resembling wind but doleful I could not make out the sound, but I knew that it drew nearer with each passing breath an unfleeting sigh, I knew when I looked into her eyes. She was trembling at the very sight of me, choking on my tongue in anger I could not chew off my words quick enough to stop the tears from falling at her feet
“For every flower that grows, reap from root what you’ve sown burn the fields son, and don’t look back!” I bare my father’s blood, cut from mother’s cloth, dripping enmities from wounds earned in my past.
I know I scare you, I’m a scary man, but I am so tired of being angry and self loathing of hurting everyone I love, these fists fight ghosts they’ll never fucking touch, but my heart, it feels each blow.
I want you to know, though I’m trying the best that I can, you should find someone else to hold your hand. I’ve failed lovers time and again; I don’t deserve this love, I always fuck this up! So I’m keeping my fingers crossed, in hopes we both don’t just end up lost, and if you should decide to let go, I think that I would understand. I don’t deserve this love, I always fuck this up!