Promise

You speak like you're a martyr to your own life.

Please stop talking like this. You make me feel like I'm the one who pushed your mother down the stairs.

For the last time, I'm sure the cops won't catch you.

 

Please be my Cheshire Cat and smile all day long. I get enough frowns when we walk down the street together.

 

I know this feels so wrong, but it's far too late to stop now. And I know it's hard when every time we stop to slow dance to the radio, we hear fierce knocking on the door or gunshots in the distance, but can we promise ourselves to be in love with each other, not just with the idea of being in love?

 

Can we promise ourselves we'll stop running when we reach the sunset?

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Chandler Seven]

the wild, frightening mix of love and fear, and hate and everything in between. this poem tells a story of some sorts... this poem is put in such simple words, it gets a little chilling....

this is goo, better if it is in a poem format.


*chandler