Promise Ring

Love is pain, no?

I met you once before,

Not a time too long ago

Knew you from the scents

That caught the winds

As they would blow.

Certainty seldom graces knowledge

Of repentance eagerly brought,

O! to be coerced beyond imprisoned legerity

Past roaring scrapings that I sought.

Aching performs general disinterest

Disheveled and bemused, and listless inaction 

Became a game in which we rused, amused 

At the prospect of using the used

Perchance a chance at resembling abused

Even tickling presumptions at reincarnation fused

You pulled at my strings, blue moon finds us bruised.

Moonlight bats an eye through nocturnal obscurity

That shines unabashedly off of porcelain skin 

Your gaze became mine and we wrote off the world

Artlessly my story ended inside of your prefix

Just as crossed as when we shared breath

The first time you tugged at my strings.

You played me a melody of your limitless gifts

Composed for me an aria of indignant beatitude 

Sat at your instrument, you pulled and plucked

Noting emitions of sharp, tedious undertones

As you played me, striking this key or that

Lurching fourth your pallid resonance

We danced amid an audience of eminence

You allowed taut musings of grace

With your biddings at my strings.

I'd shut off the vapid euphony 

But my hands claw at my eyes

Can't keep sound outside my ears 

While attempting to rub out the surprise.

My stomach bellows, you merely stand to

Syphon life 'neath growlings just as low

Masochism faintly whispers not to stay but not to go.

Know when I attempt in vain to become my own

And eyes of contempt stare insidiously through inky pupils, blown

And a will to free myself presents a chance to spread my wings

I shall offer not an inch unless you bid me by my strings.