Breaking (My Promise)

I think I'm dying.

You said.

 

But I denied it,

You’re not

You’re not

I promise…

 

I think I’m dying

 

But now your voice is

A more distant

Murmur,

 

Fading back

Into the depths

Of my memory.

 

You’re not

 

 

 

But you were.

 

And I broke my promise

That day

 

A promise made,

Even as I watched

The crimson

Blossom

Across your white shirt.

 

You’re not

I promise…

 

But I knew,

I knew before I said

The words,

That they were a lie.

 

I knew then,

As I promised

The opposite,

That you were going to die.

 

But I said it anyway:

 

 

I promise…

 

Reviews

[run vs remember]

huh...I like it. You have a good style. Great rhythm, great flow...

Nice poem. :)