The Web Poetry Corner - Daniel Bradbury - Promises
Promises
by
Daniel Bradbury
Hearts break
Love makes (Of it's own accord)
Slight of hand
Sliding eyes waiting (You make my promises into magic tricks, parlor games)
I boom to become
And hide while becoming
I bounce between sides
And forget where I'm coming from
I am an empty drum beating out your heart, and you know it
But you don't love me enough to show it when I strike a nerve
I hug your turns and embrace your curves
But my love must be the straight and narrow
My promises must be logical and add up to an even zero
But I miscalculated and went soaring to the moon
Which I tried to bring down to you, but your past lovers wouldn't let me
I am, word for word, heartbeat for heartbeat,
Everything your heart has ever needed,
And exactly the opposite of everything you want
So, take what you want
Pick and choose which promises you'll use to lift yourself to the moon
Because I'm sick of the dance about
Are you in, or are you out?
There's no question where I stand
It's not a matter of giving you my heart, my being, my hand
Because you've always had them and it was no choice of mine
You are what I see when I stare through the night sky to come one-to-one with God's eyes
There's nothing I can do about our souls intertwined and tangling
Because your vines have already strangled the life from my tree
And I am now a holy vagabond on my knees
Praying, begging, bleeding myself for your eye to simply trust mine
You see, my promises aren't flagrant exaggerations
Parlor tricks to get you to suck my dick
They are my sacrificial bleedings, the drippings from ancient battle wounds and tattoo needles
Hearts break
Love makes promises that it always keeps in the end
Patience is slowly drowning the "me" you know as, simply, "friend"
And he's only twenty two seconds from death