I left my diamond bracelet there.

I left my diamond bracelet there,
on the back of the toilet seat-
after I took a shower.

I had slipped it off my wrists,
silver glittering, three stones-
perfectly matched, a family heirloom.

I had washed my hair with his shampoo,
filled my skin with steam-
I was so excited- I didn’t know.

I left my diamond bracelet there,
along with my love, love dreams.
I left them in his heart breaking hands.

I was too afraid, not paying attention-
fleeing in a 3am frenzy of tears-
quietly dressing, so he didn’t hear me leave.

I locked myself behind the big white door-
shower water covering me, and my clothes-
all things he touched so wrongly.

I stayed in the tub sores forming-
where my wet jeans rubbed my skin,
when I sobbed, my whole body grieving.

When I came out, it was into old women’s hands-
Planned Parenthood doors eating my sins,
as they drew my tainted, dirty blood.

Day 1, Day 2, blue and white.
Popped from a bubble package-
the morning after, and a clean white slate.

I still hurts, sometimes when I am alone.
I feel my bruises where no one can see-
my soul carries my scars.

I left, I left my diamond bracelet there-
and he took it, and never gave it back-
he took me, and never let me go.

He never let me go.