Boxed In (Post 2 of Today)

So this one is kind of for the 1st of January where there was no poem and just an introduction. 
Anyway, I went on a creative writing trip in year 12 and was quite proud of some of the poems I wrote. This is one of them :) No picture because it wouldn't be the same box that was the inspiration behind the piece. 
And yes, admittedly I haven't written it this year but I've posted poems I've written in the past before. It still is a poem, written by me :')

Boxed In

I remember being held

in a nervous,

salty, sweaty hand.

Being opened

a gentle whisper as my

lid was lifted.

Revealing the silver circle

with its diamond hat.

Oh, it was romantic.

How she ran into his arms

How he breathed in her

rose perfume, spinning her round

and round in the moon lit streets.

That's all a distant,

fading

memory now.

No longer do I keep company

with jewellery or a silk lined

suit pocket.

Now I'm in a wardrobe

kept in the dark with the

giant shoe boxes.

The other abandoned fellow brotherin

of gifts to her from the past.

The smell of lavender pot-pourri

surrounds me more than the darkness.

My hinges

once pristine

now battered, creased in to

an ugly grimace.