The Tempter

I can hear you calling my name. The faint whisper tempting me to use you again. It's been so long since you have met my wrist. You sit neglected in my closet, pleading to be used. But I refuse to fall for your tricks, all that comfort you promised was false, because you didn't make the problems go away. You just made them worse, your shiny sleek edge glimmers in the dark. But I turn away. You have left my life, and you won't come back.