Untangled

 You walked away.

You didn't care. 

You didn't look back.

You didn't stay.

Nothing was left,

The day you went away

Except for that one cherry blossom 

caught in my hair.

White

 What is now damaged, may never shine again.

Well you assume that, don't you?

Just remember that what has happened has now gone.

It's the past, never to return.

What lies ahead, is your path. 

That is in your control, however you choose to pave it.

Mistakes have been made, yes. 

But know this; the soul never blackens. 

It is pure and white.

That is why your eyes still shine.

Tarnished, may be your body, for now. 

But you still resonate bright. 

Last

 That's the difference between you and I...

I put you first, you put me last. 

Not a happy birthday

 Stop wishing them 'happy birthday' at the stroke of midnight.

Nobody cares so why do you? 

Ask me

 What's it like when nobody tells you they love you?

What's it like when there's nobody waiting for you at home?

What's it like to not be held or kissed? 

What's it like when you aren't someone's special person?

Ask me. 

Aura

There's the dark and the light. 

That's your aura. 

It emanates from your hand. 

We're both. 

The angelic and the satanic.

Story telling

Some hands don't 'fit' on social media.

Some hands don't have slender, long nails painted red, deliberately posing in a photograph for others to see. 

Some hands are simple and practical. 

Some hands will hold a pen, then pour words for others to read. 

Some hands will just hold a cup of tea. 

They aren't the definition of your 'pretty' but that doesn't matter. 

Those hands can tell a story.