This bracelet.
Your bracelet.
My bracelet.
Our bracelet.
We have become a you
And then a me.
No longer a we, an us.
But this bracelet,
Our bracelet,
Yours, now mine.
Remains in time.
It stays.
It stays.
Frozen in time.
YOU ARE READING
Bad Poetry for Nobody But Me
PoetryI've been writing more since I stopped talking to everyone so I guess I'll post some here for no one to read. More for safe keeping than anything tho tbh.
