Confusion

 

You say things

Yet do you really mean them

I sit and ponder when the next

Promise will be broken

 

Since when is a half hour

More then just that a half hour

It makes me want to scream at how you think

I can forgive you for all the hurt you’ve caused me this day

 

Why is it that my heart begs me to forgive him?

Yet aches so much

I want to forgive him

Because I love him

 

I’m a sad puppy

Who sits at the door

Awaiting for their master

To arrive home and enter through the door.

Reviews

[Moonlit-Blues]

Ah, relationships can be confusing, a truly heartfelt poem, this... the compact structure that frames the content reveals that perhaps although the persona may seem orderly, in truth, that is riddled by the content's confusion of thoughts and broken promises, which leaves the persona feeling puzzled and at a loss. Beautifully written. I hope the truth makes itself known to you and frees you from this confusion.