Yesterday’s confession relieved the heavy burden,

That had been crushing my heart

For what seemed like eternity.

Liberation washed over me,

Like the bittersweet ocean spray,

Fresh and new, bold and beautiful,

But the salt reopens archaic wounds.

Violated, Vulnerable, Powerless,

Your delay made me feel exposed.

Pulse hastens, anxiously waiting for affirmation,

Your implications, affectionate actions,

Do not satisfy my restless heart.

You tease, and think you’re clever,

I don’t think so at all.

Charming smiles, and promises of tomorrow,

Fade into yesteryear before execution,

I’m plagued by your suspenseful goodbye,

Virtues have always been my strong point,

Patience, my Achilles’ heel.

How ironic, now, as your parting gift:

‘Good things come, to those who wait’

Lingering memories of last night,

Only provoke the unease in my heart,

You coaxed my well-kept secret out,

And gave me nothing in return.

Nightmare fantasies haunted me for hours,

Distracting me from the real world.

Facades appear to be your trade,

Acting as though our conversation never happened,

Though I could see right through you,

Your eyes locked on my every move,

You hold me close,

With my heart on a thread around your finger,

Dangling before my very eyes.

I have to admit, though,

I like it better this way.