Promise Me [ You Won’t Give it Back ]

Emotions riddle me, puzzle me, plague me;
They startle and annoy, confuse and betray,
They hurt and they kill, and they seem to never end.
I don’t understand, I just can’t comprehend;
Why are these emotions so important, what to us do they lend?
They cause us to love, they cause us to hate;
They cause us joy and they cause us grief;
It’s like one big catastrophe waiting to happen,
A calamity of feelings that throw shadows of doubt.1

Why do these emotions riddle me, puzzle me, plague me?
Why do they invade my waking moments?
Isn’t there a way, to rid me of all these sensations?
Rip out my heart, throw away my soul, whatever it takes, don’t do it so slow,
Allow me my freedom, allow me my wings, let me to fly above all these petty things,
I just don’t want to do it; I just don’t want to care;
Yet these emotions seem always to be there.
Haunting and crawling, creeping and sneaking,
Causing my tears to forever be leaking.2

Now rip out my heart,
Claw out my eyes,
Reap me until me soul is free, and dies.
Whatever it takes just do it, and fast, whatever it takes don’t make it last.3

Stop this riddle, burn this puzzle, cure this plague and set me free;
I lay my heart out for thee, just take it, and burn it;
Just take it, and go.
I don’t want it anymore, now that it’s broken like so;
I give it to you, or to someone out there, a free gift of stone to have and to hold;
A free gift of stone, to mangle, to kill;
Whatever you choose, in creativity don’t let it lack.4

And with this gift,
This simple stone,
This piece of me I give to you,
Promise me one little thing, one thing to guarantee,
Whatever you do, whatever you choose,
However you kill this simple heart that once was used so well,
Just keep this one word, just swear to the heavens,
That you, the receiver of this stone, the carrier of my petty emotions…5

Promise me,
You won’t give it back.6