The silver band around my wrist,
Choking my balled up fist.
My fingers trace every pattern of every pendant.
My heart yearns and beats dependent.
Your knee lovingly touched the ground.
You took my hand as you knelt down.
On my right wrist there newly laid,
Your beloved bracelet and there it stayed.
Stayed for years to come,
Even when our time was done.
To my infernal dismay,
I looked down to my wrist one day.
And it laid barren.
My mind was a frenzy,
Clear thoughts were not made.
How could I be so stupid?
The thing of which I'd been afraid,
It came true.
I'd lost it.
I'd lost you.
Ever piece that I tried to hold on to,
Had slipped through my hands
until there was nothing of you.
"As long as you have this bracelet, you'll always have a piece of me with you."
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AN: I wasn't sure if it was clear but the change in rhyming pattern is to symbolize my mind not being able to make thoughts properly. This is about me losing the bracelet the boy on the "Balcony" had given me.
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Numbing Waves
ŞiirA compilation of short stories and poems about mental disorders, love, sexuality, and whatever my happens in my life worth writing about. These are the deepest regions of my conscious written down.
