Broken Promise Necklace

Little beads in the wet gray sand

Slipped right out of my shivering hand

You pushed my shoulders down beneath the dock

Laughed while my water shoes scraped on the rock

My lungs were burning up with salty foam

And then you raided my red box back home

Pliers out, twisting the tiny links

You never care what anyone else thinks

That was for grandma,

carved with tiny leaves You watched me choking and

you didn't leave

Why do you break

what isn't yours to break?

I still taste the green pond in my throat

While you unravel every gift I wrote

Silver chain snapped into pieces on the floor

I can't look at you the same way anymore

(no, not anymore)

She turns eighty-two on Sunday afternoon

I spent three whole months saving up by June

Now the clasp is bent,

the stones are kicked away

Just like you pretended it was only play "You're too dramatic," that

is all you said

While I was coughing on the bank seeing red

That was for grandma,

carved with tiny leaves You watched me choking and

you didn't leave

Why do you break

what isn't yours to break?

I still taste the green pond in my throat

While you unravel every gift I wrote

Silver chain snapped into pieces on the floor

I can't look at you the same way anymore

(no, not anymore)

Blood is supposed to pull you out of the deep

Not hold you down when you start to weep

I'm gathering the broken silver wire

Hating you, but crying through the fire

I still taste the green pond in my throat!

While you unravel every gift I wrote!

Silver chain snapped into pieces on the floor

I can't look at you the same way anymore

Just cold wet hands And broken strands

(I won't forget)