Tuesday, February 12, 2013

The Chills of Broken Promises

My love isn’t earned easily.  Walls have to be climbed.  You made it once, I gave you my heart.  You threw me a blindfold and told me to put it on and wait for some kind of surprise you’d gotten for me.  With a smile and undying trust I obeyed.  I could hear the smile in your voice as you backed away.  Something in your tone had me smiling too.

After a time I can’t even calculate, nothing changed.  That surprise you had for me, I’m still waiting.  But patience is practiced falsely.  My legs are tired, slipping out from under me.  I feel like I’m slipping.  Where are you to catch me?

Moons and suns have gone by in large numbers and I’m still standing here.  I can feel myself falling.  Along with my tired body my heavy heart lands right next to me.  Hearing the sound of shattering glass I can’t help wanting to punch something.  I’m not going to cry, because then you’ll know you won.  Instead I’ll pound my fist into something solid and pray I don’t break any other body parts.

During the next sun I finally remove the cloth from my covered eyes.  Just as I suspected my vital organ lies in a million little pieces.  Is this what you wanted?  Well I’m sorry, you don’t always get what you want.  I’m going in search of someone with the stitches of love to sew up the disaster you left.

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