Promises

First published on WritersCafe in 2016

 

I wish you could see me for the man I am

And not the one I want to be

I’m at the end of my rope

And this chair isn’t holding me

 

I remember the day your eyes were fire

And I promised you all the things I didn’t own

I wish I could go back and take the words

That I used to build this home

 

We say many beautiful things

That seem so sweet but taste of ash

And I regret not bleeding myself

As I watched you hemorrhage through the glass

 

But it’s too late to pretend to be slave

When I’ve burned everything I’ve had

It’s not enough to suffer to the enemy

But deliver our fate into his hands

 

We watch the days tick by

Like a thousand falling spears

Pressing down on our heavy hearts

As the moments turn to years

 

Suffering like cancer wrought

This narrowed point of view

I wish we could forget our promises

And leave only me and you

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