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Candy Ring Promise

My Dear

By Destiny SmithPublished 7 years ago 1 min read
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A sudden rush of unknown freedom. A trip far enough away not to care.

In one last gasp of teenage spirit I reached out, and I held her there.

We lay together in the hotel room, her head against my chest.

I’m eased to rest, by the too sweet smell of her shampoo.

The room is filled with a pale, static glow, as the tv man drones on

Gas prices are up, there was a wreck downtown, and-

“If you keep going on like this, that pretty thing’s going to destroy you.

You’ve given her the knife, and she’ll cut you through.

Those thin fingers will nail your coffin.”

As if I didn’t expect her to.

Someone once told me that you couldn’t blame the ignorant, for what they didn’t see

But when the boy came to me, going on and on about how he loved her

How the sun rose from her hair, and set in her eyes, and all his other clichés

I couldn’t not hate him.

How many times did we dance around that little room?

Our single haven in this world, existed with an ever present ticking

Counting down to the end.

Do you remember when I proposed to you there?

With but a candy ring to offer.

Do you remember the way your voice had sang,

When you said it was as good as real.

But-

There is a difference between loving someone, and loving the idea of love

And perhaps she felt the later after all

Because trips can’t be forever, and as we returned she needn’t say what I already knew.

This fantasy was doomed from the start,

And this trip but a look in the mirror of what might have been

In another world

I knew this, and accepted it, but-

But she had blue eyes and I loved her!

And I love her to this day

My crooked smile and dimpled chin, darling dear I say

I love her

And maybe some part of her loved me too,

Under those layers of fear and what could never be.

Because she laid her head against my chest all the hours home,

thin fingers curled in mine, until we returned back to our reality,

when we came down from this high. She pulled away and left

As if none of it had happened at all.

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About the Creator

Destiny Smith

Writing is one of the few constants I've had throughout my life, and Vocal seemed like the perfect opportunity to put it all somewhere.

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