Circular She wears me on her ring finger it’s the only place I fit have seen two guys pass by Each one she is illusioned by Unlike me none were a Slowly lost herself At some point stopped wearing On top of cabinet saw late nights The tears that drowned bed Her self-worth was gone became symbol what could’ve been But 17 had everything ahead Days passed months gone. picked up while stared at In bag went to college would go drawer stayed. It dark but could hear laughs darkest nights whimpers. hurt still hadn’t away hopeless… Then one day this girl picks up and puts I’m back finger everyday And she’s not yet pieced together finding am no longer been now