Pairs - Daisie-Lyn Fuller

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.