My age is frivolous
and yet I am eager to set my hand
into someone else’s palm
I am destroyed
like a firework went off in my chest
when I see other girls
bear that beautiful symbol
of affection and love
I thought I would bear it too
that precious ring
and I can still hear the wedding bells
as they ring for someone else
because the one I loved
didn’t quite make it
to what would have been our alter
