Raw Emotions: The Weight of Empty Promises

Beneath the moon’s pale, deceitful glow,
Lie the whispers of promises, shallow and low.
They bloom like roses in the soft spring air,
But wither to ash, leaving hearts snared

Raw emotions ripple beneath the skin,
A storm of sorrow clawing within.
Hope, once cradled, now falls to the floor,
Shattered by echoes that mean nothing anymore.

A promise is sacred, a vow to hold,
Yet yours were painted in tarnished gold.
A fleeting shine, then dull decay,
Leaving only emptiness in full display.

Raw emotions burn with blistering pain,
Each word a tether, a binding chain.
How easy it seemed for you to forget,
The dreams you forged, which I now regret.

I carry the weight of each hollow word,
Their brittle edges cutting absurd.
But raw emotions, though they ache and bite,
Are fuel for growth, so watch me write.

From broken promises, I now arise,
No longer captive to veiled disguise.
For in the ruins of trust’s demise,
I find my strength, I will arise

In the past I would have been tempted to tear my flesh

Your empty promises leave behind scars still fresh