Okay I'm Kinda Obsessed With This.

okay I'm kinda obsessed with this.

Breaking my Hate

Every time i hear or see someone showing off bands of gold or silver

Detailing the reasons for having them and how it fits their promise to one another

I frown

Internally groaning

All at their foolishness

Rings of promise were also meant as a 

Visual

Material pact

To save one’s body for their intended.

These bands when I lay my gaze upon them

Tell me that the wearers will wait ‘til their wedding day

to go beyond tender kissing and

Gentle touches.

Time has allowed this meaning 

to fall apart at the seams

It’s simply a way to 

Cheapen love

Another capitalization on our humanly affections

Another object, useful to avoid the solidity of spirits

I’ve grown exasperated by the notion

However

When i think towards my future

I think of you

Faceless yet cheeks flushed with kindness

I dream of hushed tones

Soft laughter

Whispered promises

And silver rings

When i think about you

I realize that breaking my hate

Against those 

Small, silver promises

Is very well worth it

I cannot stand promise rings

But i could come to love it

If my promise is to you.