Promises

Have you pulled me apart or sewn me together?
Coursing through my fibres
Like a biological powder.
Late summer last year you said you'd endeavour
To maintain a pact you had woven so clever.
Knitting my feelings and meshing my candor,
I trusted your lies, digested your banter.
That promise of love eternal and true,
You have ripped it apart and torn me in two.

The feelings are still strong though,
Like long burning embers
Lit last September.
Your passion and sincerity
I still remember,
And like a stabbing white hot knife,
The pain now grows.
The wounds Tender.

Was scaring my heart your hidden intention?
Secretly planning your tryst.
Iscariot deception
Played to perfection
Lingered behind your true kiss.

The deed it was done though.
One hour of pleasure!
Your tongue, mouth and organs,
Worked at their leisure.
Helping some stranger
Find buried Treasure!
Betraying my love, heart and trust
Tainted forever!

So here I am hanging the clothes on the line.
Fake spring fragrance lingers nostalgic
Like your smell in our bed
And your promise in my ear.
I wipe my tears dry for one more time
On an item of clothing you left behind
One I still wash, with your favourite conditioner
Realising time has singed my feelings
And my memories have become bitter.

A Promise. What is it?
Except heartfelt commitment
Hastily spoken.
Or a mediocre sentiment
Waiting to be broken.