Wristband

I tied you
around my hand
as a wristband
—a significance of my faith, &
sometimes, just as a mere showcase.
And maybe,
I held onto you
a little too tight,
a little too long,
Just because of
the eagerness within me
of not letting you go,
now and again,
I may have hurt you.
& just like any other thing,
you reciprocated,
by hurting me in return.
Now, my slender wrist
has bruises as well as
scars of yours
or maybe mine
doing.

by Arvin Stark

Comments (4)

its really beautiful
An insightful piece of poetry nicely brought forth with conviction. A witty reflection on life. Thanks for sharing Arvin.
A good start with a nice poem, Arvin. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.
Iife had twists and turns indeed Arvin Nice one: -) : -)