Reckoning

i wasted years on wanting the things i could never have. 

the sting of impotent choices is a powerful narcotic. 

flesh is a deep well. it swallows every wish. it buries those voices deep inside us. where they eventually spoil and spread their infection. 

love comes on the edge of daggers. on the the backs of wild horses. 

we can only let it cut. let it trample us. 

it's only after it's gone that we can begin again. stronger.