The knots

The place where I go to think is in my mind--where I go to think about the time. Sometimes I'm sinking but I'm fine--safety is all in my head. Thoughts fortified by the forgiven, healed in the forgot, burdened by the reminder of the love-me-nots. Tied it tight, tied the knot. But it unravelled and never stopped. Ive loved a lot, I am well-versed, but this love-me-knot cannot be worked when I can't seem to love me first.