Why do I wear this ring? That stains my skin. Leaves me wanting something I cannot have.
It’s silver, raindrop diamond that shines a white gold. It lights up when I feel cold.
It gives me memories, of me and you. That car, rain falling under the roof. Our kisses, that left me moaning still.
You left me, but I still think of you. Now I’m selfish, Now I’m lonely, Now I’m stupid. I can’t stop wearing a piece of you.
I’m your raindrop, that you got sick of. You went chasing the sunshine. All I was, wasn’t enough. Just blue.
...
PI Waves
P2 Always
P3 Teardrop
About the Creator
Vesselostatsea
@vesselostatsea
Insta @_anniehall__
Poetry, Adolescents, Life
Keep reading
More stories from Vesselostatsea and writers in Poets and other communities.
Disarmament
They say there's no atheism in the foxhole. While I wasn't currently neck-deep in a river of soft sediment, I was still praying to whoever would listen. Why am I doing this again? I would ponder while staring at the device that in no less than a minute could be my undoing. I scanned each and every variable panel and commonplace button as I watched the bright red L.E.D ticker countdown. No wires to cut, no code to put in, there was only one way to stop this infernal machine, and that incurred perfect timing.
By James U. Rizzi3 days ago in Fiction
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.