I went out tonight.
For the first time.
Since then.
I wore your necklace.
The one you said made me look beautiful.
I went out tonight
For once.
I danced. And sang.
Made a total fool
Of my usually terrified self.
I went out tonight
With someone new.
He was warm.
Was it always supposed to have been warm?
In the music. I felt your stupid necklace slip.
The damn clasp I knew was broken.
But you had said it made me beautiful.
So I wore it anyways.
It fell.
I didn't care.
I went out tonight.
And for the first time since then
I let you go.
Your necklace is gone by the way.
Good riddance
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A Dash of Madness
PoetryThe mind is a horrible thing to waste. Now when you have a mind like mine, where monsters come out to play and happy things come in bursts, it helps to write things down. From bad days to good days and everything in between I try to make sense of...
