For My Mom
Its been a REALLY long time since I wrote a poem...So its kind of shitty. But it gets my point across in a creative way. This way I don't have to ramble or talk a lot...I hate talking. Anyways, shutting up.
Broken Promises
I hang up the phone with a sigh,
Again there are those tears that I cry.
I have heard it all before,
Heard the promises ring as you walked out the door.
Sat upon tedious steps,
My knuckles are bleeding... yet again,
Black water spilling from my eyes,
Of make up and bitter lies.
the light overhead is heavy with defeat,
Just another day for you to make me feel weak.
I question my choices,
that always lead us to our rejoices
I wonder if you even care,
Or know what its like to be scared
But it doesn't matter any more...
I dry my eyes on my torn sleeve,
But my despair still leaks.
I want it yet I don't,
I know that it has to end,
But I convince myself it won't,
Talk is cheap from bitter lips,
Words mean much but prove life's a bitch,
All eyes are shut and turned away,
I clutch at something you say...
You promised me many things,
Like happiness and flights on butterfly wings.
Somewhere those promises died,
they were all just lies,
But, that's just the way it always is,
...it seems.
A tremendous lost in our lives,
Yet, the brilliance of it all,
Is feeling the ripping bliss in my heart,
...Of knowing that despite what is being said...
My resentment grows with another broken promise in my head.
Broken Promises
I hang up the phone with a sigh,
Again there are those tears that I cry.
I have heard it all before,
Heard the promises ring as you walked out the door.
Sat upon tedious steps,
My knuckles are bleeding... yet again,
Black water spilling from my eyes,
Of make up and bitter lies.
the light overhead is heavy with defeat,
Just another day for you to make me feel weak.
I question my choices,
that always lead us to our rejoices
I wonder if you even care,
Or know what its like to be scared
But it doesn't matter any more...
I dry my eyes on my torn sleeve,
But my despair still leaks.
I want it yet I don't,
I know that it has to end,
But I convince myself it won't,
Talk is cheap from bitter lips,
Words mean much but prove life's a bitch,
All eyes are shut and turned away,
I clutch at something you say...
You promised me many things,
Like happiness and flights on butterfly wings.
Somewhere those promises died,
they were all just lies,
But, that's just the way it always is,
...it seems.
A tremendous lost in our lives,
Yet, the brilliance of it all,
Is feeling the ripping bliss in my heart,
...Of knowing that despite what is being said...
My resentment grows with another broken promise in my head.