Leo Hatch

Not my bracelet.

As I pull into your drive way, all of my thoughts slowly sink in. I walk up to your door, I'm scared to let you see me like this. You always look perfect, even when you're sad, even when your face is all red and you have tears rolling down your face. As I go to ring to doorbell I pause, this isn't my bracelet. You only have me this bracelet because you felt sorry for me. This isn't my fucking bracelet, it's hers, the girl you really wanted to be with till the day you died.
Paris.
You wanted to be with Paris, it's why you came to the party that night, but she rejected you and threw the bracelet in your face. The only reason you slept with me was to get back at her, you never really liked me. You never told me that until about a year after the party, but of course when you did you decided to sugar coat it. You told my that you offered her the bracelet and she just threw it back at you. After that you said that when you saw me you instantly got over her. I felt so bad for you that I actually believed you, but now, I know the truth. You saw me, you felt bad because you new I was too ugly to get laid by anyone else that night, and of course you needed somebody to make Paris jealous. It was a win-win situation. Later that night, or earlier that morning, I suppose, you gave me the bracelet so when Paris saw me with it she would be jealous, she wasn't. Anyways, the bracelet isn't mine.

I wore that bracelet everyday until you told me. I thought I was special. I don't know why I would ever think that, I'm only a waste of space. You told me you were glad I got it, but I know you weren't,you loved her till the day you died.

I finally actually ring the bell, no one answers, why isn't your ghost here yet? Doesn't it know the way I feel about it? I love it! Does it love me back? Am I being stupid? Am I being paranoid?! Do I need to stop thinking? What's wrong with me...