Broken Promises

When we were past
What could have been ourselves,
Past all the rumors
And truth that didn’t matter,
Past the sensibilities of life
As others have it,
And death
We would embrace together,
We were held by a superior
Sense of the word
For what we would be.

Your word.

Word not as much as said
As it was built;
Built on the grounds
Of profound consideration
Of virtues that we lived for,
With senses
And love,
With the gravity of my emotions
And the lucidity of your thoughts;
With the guilt of our first sins,
And the penance for our unison.

The word.

We were bound by
Its shackles
When you broke free,
Fluttering away,
Carrying the weight of my sorrow.
A look back,
The fear of sacrilege
Amidst the need
To break what I thought
Could never be broken.

And the restraints of the word,
Now in remnants of pieces,
Released me from its bounds
Into morbid nothingness.
For in the brevity
Of my life
Bound by your word,
I had found my senses
Broadened to limitless satisfaction;
Than now, although boundless
Without expectations of promises,
I feel caged
With the misery and dismal rejection
Forever here to stay.

The word I would have given my life for…

And it hurts.
Turns me inside out
To the turmoil of
Infernal misery.
A promise given to me
Was as much one to
What I could have been
And what I would never be;
To my flaws,
To my craving soul.
And it was your promise,
It was…

Your word!

And it hurts me,
All that is of me.
I will forever lay buried
Beneath the fantasies
Of what you were supposed to be
For “us”,
Where there is more pain — 
Pain that it had to be you,
More than what it has
Left me with.

ORIGINALLY PUBLISHED ON MEDIUM: https://medium.com/literally-literary/broken-promises-becd700c6c3c