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Bless This Mess

Bless this mess. And every bad decision that accompanies it. Every regret, every  sorrow, every mistake. Let the lessons of yesterdays fuckery light a candle for my soul. Breathe life into this aching heart, and don’t let the blood stain my shirt. It’s his favorite shirt.

Pray the rosary for every shortcoming. For every “I told you so,” and every single tear that falls down my cheek. Don’t let me drown in my sorrows, and please wear rainboots as you run through the puddles of our memories in my mind. You’re there all the time. I even started making your bed.

Now I lay me down to sleep. On damp pillows that whisper your name at night, haunt my dreams, and smell like the relationship we once had. I pray the Lord my soul to keep. Keep laughing, keep loving, and keep far, far away from your reach. Because I still can’t resist those hands.

So light some incense, or throw some coins in the air. Chant my name out your mouth. Sprinkle the hallways of my heart with holy water, and let it wash away the kisses and the hugs and the late nights on your couch watching Bullet and drinking bottles of wine. Bless this mess, and lead us not into temptation. For he is nothing more, and nothing less; A man.

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