It's midnight and my hands are tracing the necklace you gave to me on my 9th birthday.
Kind of like the way I would trace the tattoo on your left shoulder and ask you why my colored markers never stayed.
I know it's been 6 years but everyday seems to be harder and the day I say I do wont be the same without you.
Giving me away to the man I should spend the rest of my life with but how can I spend my life with him when my father never taught me how to love?