Your frugal promises led me to this,
like the diamond bracelet you gave me,
you led me around in a never-ending circuit
of what-ifs and could-have-beens.
A relentless reminder of the lies you've told
lingers on my delicate wrist for admiring passers-by.
This is not a token of your love
It's a symbol of your lies.
But now,
I can see only your
clear, blue eyes as I peer down
to the river beneath me.
Why does everything have to
remind me of you,
when all I'm trying to do is forget?
I step closer to the edge of the bridge
until my heels are all that's left
touching the rough, cement surface.
I feel the breeze off the river
gently brushing my face,
Oh, how it reminds me of your docile touch.
For the last time, I inhale the
crisp, salty air before I close my eyes
and let gravity run its course,
pulling my frail body forward.
I can't turn back now.
1...2...3...
(don't)
jump.
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