Symbolic bondage

Bound to you as a bracelet around my wrist
it's cutting off my circulation
I held on hoping that you would come
but it has been 4 years and my hand is turning blue.

I would hold out you for a little longer,
believing as always
but I can't anymore
because I write with my right hand.

I don't see the point in hanging
grasping for a thread you won't leave for me
and I guess that I can finally tell
you aren't who I thought you were

It may not be fair and it may not be pretty,
but it is the truth
and I would take that over fake beauty
even though it goes against all of my past convictions.

As I hold my breath I take you off
I know it can never be put back,
as I break our symbolic bondage
I am slighted by the amount of time you bound my wrist