there are three freckles on my shoulder
for every time our skins touched,
a new freckle bloomed, softly,
as if distilled energy from your body.
these, had I never seen before,
I was never aware enough
of our selves to know.
and then I beg you so,
don't remember me for what I said—
remember I lied, remember the pain
that I caused and the wave,
washing over your wound,
rubbing salt on the cracks.
forget and don't forgive me
as forgiveness unasked for still,
remember the heart we used to be,
remember the dagger bleed,
allow the freckles to haunt me.
let me scratch with claw and teeth
for the rest of eternity,
for the ache of another:
who either way did not deserve me.
self-worth comes from within, self-blaming takes more to set free.