Evolving Emotions: Trust- Poetry

New Perfume, Same Promises

That ring was a symbol

unity on my finger

All the times you said you loved me

words of undying truth

Quiet moments in the mornings

holding me in your arms

laughing by the fire

gazing at the sun turning amber

then a mellowed purple

Did you mean it when you slid

it on my finger

called me yours

promised me forever?

I thought we fit

like jigsaw grooves

but in your bed is another

and I can’t stand their perfume

I despise you.

What’s worse than false promises

the I love you’s

and blood diamonds

Are the promises you make

to that woman with her perfume