promises

I have made a promise 

A promise without thinking 

That I don’t know if I can keep 
It is such an empty word 

Promise  

I hate it 

I hate it 
It is a lying word 

To make things better 

It makes everything better 
Until it doesn’t

Until it makes it worse 

A promise 

Fixes things  

Until it breaks them 
I’m so sorry that I made that promise to you 

And your sister 

I can’t take it back  

I don’t want to hurt you  
So I’m trying 

I’m trying so hard not to break my promises

 
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caseyblaise

VT

19 years old

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    I lay between these yellow walls for hours on end
    watching the analog clock just above my calender
    watching the life that was once mine tick by without consequence 

    I wait for a phone call 
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    unwanted

    when you asked me why

    i would do such a thing 

    i watched you cry

    over nothingness 

    that used to be 
    something but is now only Me

    i had no clever answer 

    or anecdote 

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