Promise

When the light dims
and he whispers that forgotten promise,
I sighed.
Exasperation has seldom been as plaguing
as these tentacles of unpleasant thoughts
wondering in aimless circles,
only to be trapped
by the perpetual reflections of the said promise
that he has coincidently forgotten.
He wears his charm so proudly,
as if I have not an ounce of free will,
and sadly he proves victorious
when I once again fall prey to my own temptation.

Those forgotten promises remain thus forgotten,
not because I,
who have tried so diligently to open the conversation,
forgot, but because he knows.
Arrogant prick!
He demeans me with his knowing smirks
and damned I will be when I fall
into a pile of puddle
when the light captures his eyes so brilliantly.
He seduces me, capturing my love
as trinkets for his manly pride.

I, the poor damsel who have waited so long
for the promise of marriage,
refuse to bring up the said promise once again.
My remaining dignity shall not suffer anymore.