Shared Memories

Unfastening the euphoria,
unfastening the pain.
Without it she had dysphoria,
without it she was a hurricane.

The nights of tears and heartbreak,
the nights of giggles and joy.
All of these memories weren’t fake,
all of these memories no one could destroy.

It represented the support behind her,
it represented all of the torment.
Out of all of them it was this that she preferred,
out of all of them it was this that made her content.

Fitting snugly on her finger,
where all of her memories were to linger.