It's that necklace.
The one that no longer sits around my neck day in and day out.
The one that I can barely stand to look at because it was once meant to be yours.
I can still feel every sharp edge of the amethyst if I only close my eyes.
I stopped wearing it. Not immediately.
But rather over the course of three weeks.
To where suddenly I didn't like wearing it.
Because it reminded me of all of those emotions.
Or maybe it's your jacket.
That now has become hers.
The one I wore for only a day or two
But it still became something I treasured.
The one I ignored my parents screaming at me for.
I act like I don't notice but it tears me apart.
Trying so hard to walk away but never getting far.
Or maybe it's my fingernails.
That I still can't stop biting.
That I had stopped for a while because of you.
But started back again for the same reason.
What about the driveway under my feet?
The one that I force myself to run down everyday.
Only to feel the silence in my mind that goes
Rushing away as soon as I slow my pace.
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A Year Of Whatever This Is
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