He smiles at me,
I remember that smile,
although I'd only seen it in daydreams.
The same smile that haunts me day to day.
The same face that I'm forced to remember.
The same name that I'll never forget.
I tried to say goodbye.
I promised myself I'd never think of him again.
Promise.
That's the thing about promises.
They're always broken.
He promised to be here for me.
I promised to forget him.
Both promises were broken.
And where did that leave me?
Broken on the inside,
insane on the outside.
YOU ARE READING
Broken Inside and Out
PoetryJust to be clear, this is poetry, not a story. I'm sorry if you don't like that stuff, but it's what I am writing lately. I will be writing another "story" that's more like a diary. Thanks for reading! Bye! :D -Julliette Dawn
