TOO EASY

It was so easy

I only went up to the counter

And I asked

And I received

I paid.

I’ve grown to hate writing about them

Talking about them

They used to be the only thing I thought about,

Cared about really.

But then I stopped

They started to burn.

I found something else.

And so I stopped.

But today I bought some.

I lit one

Felt the ash at the tip cackle at me

Smolder over and blacken

Mocking me for what an idiot I was

Knowing I would come back to them.

I was bound.

My body delicately strewn to them

Tied into bows 

Deep green beads wrapped around the string

Put there by my mother

But ultimately tied by yours truly.

I don’t even like them anymore

But I’ll always love them.

A gift from my mother.

A symbol of my youth.