There's a little silver band
Coming your way in a day or two,
It's got that name only you know
Her as, from your darling Poetry.

We both know it's nothing special
Just a part of her story
That she'll never be strong enough
To tell now that the fire waits
And the chemicals have made a home
In get perfectly sweet little cells.

It was an early birthday present,
A materialized memory of becoming a teen
And falling in love with the taste of ink
As she cut herself on the pages daily,
Not realizing just how beautiful
such a thing can be.

There's a little silver band
Coming to you in a day or two,
It's her way of saying "I love you"
Even though it's just a ring from
your darling, little

~Poetry.

You had made everything forbidden for me.
The way I couldn’t witness anybody smiling without recalling your ghostly smile.
The way I couldn’t touch anybody without remembering your soft caresses.
The way I couldn’t love anybody without thinking back to when I had believed that I had loved one who had deserved such a love as mine. How, you had been so silent, as though you had never yet to love or be loved.
You had made everything so forbidden for me.