Each made promises to the other but both loved journeys and valleys and limericks and turntables and spirits and skirt-raising and slowdives and lip-biting and come-hither more than their here-and-now vow
Trigger-happy begetter with an ax to grind killing captives slowly with jagged little things it's the strangest sound in spite of the plight of the ringing in his ears it never fades away
I reckon numbers and lead are arbitrary to a button man whose wheels turn circles mainly in his skull revolving/rouletting as infinite go-around
Never mind though, the time must be now for a show of hands
Motherhood waited in the ship's hold until the treasure hunt brought her to this final island a choice between gold and the aging ******
The young who suckle at her breast might one day run mum through with the sword at Payback —that unsteady little homestead where profit and loss share the same face
Never mind though, the moment must be now to ring the bell
And raise redemption like a burning flag of regret
empty emotions fuel the deep devotions of yesterday nothing fulfilling no true feelings there was nothing in between nothing breathing lifeless ill intended words that feel like promises only fueled what made you die
I remember the night you held my hand and kissed my scars.
I remember the night you wiped my tears and said you'll be right here by my side.
I remember the night you walked with me under the city lights and made me feel alright.
I remember the night you pinched my nose when you ****** me off.
I remember the night you tried to kiss me under a tree.
I remember the night you promised not to leave me.
I remember every night I spent with you, especially the night you said we can't be lovers because you want me to be not in your past, but to always be in your present. The night when everything we had was set aside. The night you chose to ignore me.
I remember the night you chose to live your life, and I chose to die each day.
I remember the night when we chose to break our promises- your feet and my blades had gone through the same distance.
I saw this poem of mine on my Facebook Memories, and I originally posted this on April 28, 2015.
I hope that you choke on the promises that you made me. Every word, every plan, every reassurance that you'd always be there, every claim that I was yours and yours alone, I hope that they suffocate you the way that your misplaced love sits on my lungs like a brick, sinking deeper and deeper into my soul with every breath I take and every beat of my heart.
I'll miss you always, I'll want you always...
but I might just hate you always, too.
**** I know I can't have her and I know she doesn't want me but there's nothing I wouldn't give to be hers.
Promises are evil Mouths open awaiting To be filled with blood Sometimes bones Other times hope They make you sell Another man for nickels They make you Bury life to avenge the dead I despise them so For they demand too much Often bruising, often enslaving.