A pair of magnets.
Always finding their way back to each other, despite their opposing sides
A pair of shoes.
Thrown on to go and play football with your friends
My childhood, like most, was full of pairs.
A pair of earrings.
Worn on my first date with him, adorning myself in gems.
He liked the silver, said it complimented my eyes
Later it became pairs of rings
Both matching, on our left hands.
Signing a certificate, making us a pair for life,
He was now my husband, and I, his wife.
A pair of handcuffs
Attached to the bedpost.
He wanted to try something he says, exotic and enticing
Restricting my movements, to him it was a game
The minute he removed them,
I removed his last name.
Pairs can be broken, pairs don\'t last forever
Pairs like me and him should never have been together.