mason (jar)

My cup runneth over with your words of sweet admiration.

I placed your spilled love in a jar with your name on it.

I have shelves upon shelves of names on jars.

But I put yours on my bedside to illuminate the shadows of memories gone by.

They’re less scary that way.

Your love be my nightlight and sanctuary.

A haven to mend the wounds of what once was.

To say your love is unrequited is to lie.

For all I have known is love, and when I knew hatred, I was ugly.

I will release your love one day, but for now it is mine to encapsulate.