I still wear the bracelet you made me

Even though it's over, you still mean a lot to me, and I still love you. Maybe it's not in the disgusting romantic way, and maybe it hasn't been that way for over a month. You are the first girl who has shown me how wonderful life can be if you take the time to spend it with someone you care about.

Spanish class is going to be different now, and seeing you will hurt. Too bad many of our friends are mutual, because I know I can't hang out with you, at least not now because I'll fall in love again.

These blue, black, and glow in the dark plastic beads have become assimilated into my wrist. I will feel naked without them.

They are pretty, they remind me of you, they remind me of myself.

They remind me of the good times.

You little plastic curse.
You sulking, suffering muse.
Wrapped tight 'round my wrist
And at this, my memory.

What do you want from me?
To remind me of her?
Why should I remember?
Why should I listen to you, bauble?

Are your beads a message?
Am I to think of her now?
Each shining moment brightened in turn,
Each instant immortal along your strand.

Should I dwell on her touch?
Sit here idle, remembering?
Think of how her smile caught me?
Endure this torture voluntarily?

...

Message received, little beads.
I miss her too,
But she'll be back soon enough

To take you away from me.