Arm Candy
We went from silver to black
Just like costume jewellery
So there’s nothing left to treasure, just a stain around my neck
I called out for a beacon
Something that undeniably said I was loved.
But that was never my soul intention
I wanted something that symbolized everything I wanted to feel
Everything I hoped one day I would feel I deserved
You were suppose to hand it over on a polished tray
The trouble is we want the same thing
I loved you, I did
I think you loved me too
We never had the words
We lived to wax poetic
Never saying what really mattered
Nothing at all
When we faltered we didn’t now what to do
We couldn’t laugh it off or let it go
Every moment had to be pivotal
They all told us to take it slow
But I always thought they were trying to lessen what we were
I guess I was too in it
I wanted it too much
I’m just so sorry I chained you along

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