Paperweight Poetry

The unforgiving taste of a promise  That you know you cannot keep  Like downing a bottle of wine And saying you won't open the second Or the third Because promises are easy Like drinking alone But what if you were told Every promise you made and didn't fulfill You would lose a limb, an arm or a leg Cut off and given to the person you let down If that was true then most people would have only their organs And a pile of arms and legs of other people Trying to sew and stitch them onto their own bodies To the places where they wouldn't fit Because promises are mismatched pieces That will never fit by the words of one and actions of another So we are just limbless masses  Bleeding on the floor Choking on the ignorant hope of a promise.  -anna sluder

My nails crack trying to claw my way out Drumming my fists to the walls, this is more than locked Yet you till me not to complain, that this is a pretty nice box But how could I love a box when you promised me the world.  -anna sluder