It glides off my tongue, the utterance I regret. An articulation of dependence, really a thinly veiled threat. With three words I gave you my freedom and I’m thrown into debt. The entire world, no less, my crime they aid and abet. I suffer the penalty of speaking before thinking, A gaudy smile paints my face as I clip my own wings. The mechanical motions of a lover I must continue repeating, As these rusted manacles are of my own making. My word, once given, cannot be taken back, Like a hatching egg, I’m beginning to crack. These doubts that emerge, they paint my vision black, I told you I love you, but can’t I take it back?
