Unraveled
I had too many words
carelessly thrown together.
a pile I dropped in my stomach
the feeling of eating too much rice.
my brain the fishing pole
cast down there
snagging seaweed.
a mistake that caused me to choke out
salty, tangled "we'll be good friends."
when you echoed that
you made it too true
ropes flailing towards me
with which you tied me to our past.
a swollen tangled sailor's knot.
it made time hurt
until 4 became my lucky number
because that fourth month
I looked at the sorrow in your dark eyes
but untied our knot
with a word I had all along.
I was finally able to tell you
No.
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