the bracelet

at some point we were strong
we could have been a net
to spend the nights catching fireflies with
and i got older by the weekends
i felt older every minute
and then at least i was stronger
back then
which admittedly, is much better than
never having happened at all

and you and i like the bracelet on my wrist
that you once tied, on the day that we first met
seven months gone. not wasted, but spent
the day that we first lied together
that day that we both sighed.
the day i made you cry
the day i wanted to die
albeit not far off from every other day.

these days,
anyway

seven months our past
seven months your senior
saturday's have never been the same
i love that month and now that day
you and i like the bracelet, frayed
feeling strained
do i have the guts to cut it off yet?
i am getting closer every day
and then i can finally put away
our story to be read another day