knocking
on my own door
begging
to be
let in
*
promises
like white flowers
slipped into
my mouth
one at a time
until
I can no
longer
breathe
*
because
rising above
is just another form
of running away
I stay
Three Reasons
August 4, 2013 by Rosemerry
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The title is so open-ended, but the three poems go so to the heart of the nature of relationships. The second reason, the beauty and terror of those promises.