I'm a mess, yet
I am only as beautiful as the pieces
I kept
a tangled chain
the rut of the "diamond" necklace

hemp choker round my neck
expect to hold ground
while my left hands steady
my ring finger displays an absentee love

cause I love life more than
the men
that they take more than any amount
of giving

scars litter my wrist
they are a constant reminder
of pain and suffering
that I am continually wearing

bracelets of the, "let me take this from you"
"don't worry this won't hurt I promise you"
*******- because my fist breaks the beads and snaps it's band like understand its not the risk

but I listen, eves droppin on
pointless conversations
hoping to be included but the sterling silver
ring pierced through the cartilage you fiddlin
with repels them all
shows everyone how you always anxious

careful footsteps for eggshell walking
anklets made or were once given
hang loose on em' like re-tethering hope
double knots even with the perfect rope
never solved the hurt and I know.