Dear Love (#2)

Dear Love,

Forgive me for being so blunt.

But I don’t like you.

You’ve taken my heart and eaten it like a pig at its chow.

But I forgive you, and I’m giving you another chance.

Yes, you treat my heart like it’s an occasional treat,

But I’m giving you another chance.

I ache for your attention.

I feed off the morsels of monthly hello’s you give me.

You’re the fiend of my pleasure,

But again, I’m giving you another chance.

I hope you’re using the thread with which you string me along

To knit me an apologetic sweater

Full of love.

But I’ll forgive you if you don’t.

I’ll give you another chance.

Love,

Should I even call you that now?

See, you take on many names and I simply cannot keep up.

As I’ve grown older, you have grown stronger, but your face is not one that I recognize.

Who am I giving these chances to?

Where are my own?

Love, can you hear me?

I said, “where is my chance”?

Where is my chance to prove I am more than unrequited pining?

Where is my chance to cut the strings?

To tend the pigs?

To turn monthly into daily?

To cut your string and use it as a noose for my heart because God knows

You’re not giving me another chance.

Love,

Forgive me for being so blunt.

Please give me another chance.