Sceptical opinions
lose their power
in virtual attractions
and like players
of some surreal game
we transfer binary codes
to the streets of our city,
in a form of shared coffee cups
and coldness of our hands.
I crave your brave actions
of (non)shown affection,
that you claim to have
towards me
and
you tease my patience
with a harsh lack of promises,
because you know I’m addicted
to this sweet torture
of yours.
– Chatty Owl –
CHATTYOWL 
Hmmm, I think the torturer must be a brilliant person.
You reckon? 🙂
A harsh lack of promises. As it has been throughout the ages and into the future. Torture indeed.
Hmm you didn’t ask but I shall provide a personal preference for this one. I would have rather read it without it being broken up. Sometimes the lines lose their value. Just my 2 cents.
Another poignant look at the beautiful darkness that relationships can create…
“you tease my patience
with a harsh lack of promises,
because you know I’m addicted
to this sweet torture
of yours.”
This the hauntingly gorgeous truth. Thank you for sharing this!
Im so glad you could relate in shared opinion and you actually liked it. Thanks dear!
No, thank you! 🙂 It is wonderful to read your work.
very nice ending
Thanks so much!
In my experience promises only serve to instill fleeting hope; its the following through that instills lasting confidence. Fantastic as always M!
Absolutely. Empty words are as heavy as thin air. Meaningless, really. Thanks!
harsh lack of promises … says it all .
You picked my favourite line.
No words….
Good ending!