I Promised I Wouldn't

I Promised I Wouldn't

A Poem by Screechawk k'Shaya
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This was the second one I wrote. I wrote this one the same day as "Flowing Blood" and "As I Stand" This is all about one of my ex-girlfriend and what happened when she wanted to break up. I called her and she was hestitant to tell me she wanted a break up

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I Promised I Wouldn’t
By
Steven “Screechawk k’Shaya” Marshall


You said you didn’t want to see me cry,
I promised I wouldn’t,
But you wanted to break up over the phone
And not in person
So you don’t see the reaction on my face
And so I don’t see yours

You said you didn’t want to see me cry,
I promised I wouldn’t,
But you treated my talk like it was just another lecture,
Like I was your parents trying to teach you a lesson.
I wanted you to learn, to end the pain,
For every guy you date, and for you.

You said you didn’t want me to cry,
I promised I wouldn’t,
But you taught me so much,
Like the teacher everyone wanted.
And then you left me on test day,
Like a best friend moving, like neechan.

You said you didn’t want me to cry,
I promised I wouldn’t,
But you treated me like family, as did your mother.
And now you treat me like a stranger,
Meeting for the first time.
You even refused my gentle touch.

You said you didn’t want me to cry,
I promised I wouldn’t,
But I shaved for you,
I let you shape me into a likable image
And though my hair and pride will grow back
It will take time, time I may not have.

You said you didn’t want me to cry,
I promised I wouldn’t,
But after all you’ve done
And all the memories I have of us together,
How can I go on with a dry eye?
How can I continue without going against your wishes?

You said you didn’t want me to cry,
But I am.

© 2008 Screechawk k'Shaya


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Screechawk k'Shaya
Screechawk k'Shaya

Salisbury, MD



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I was born Jan. 5 1989. Nothing special, nothing new. Though my parents did get a divores when I was 9. I lived with my great-aunt and great-uncle for 9 years. That was a trip to hell and back. I was .. more..