He promised me that he wanted only me
But this situation seems all too familiar
He promised me that he's not that type of guy
Just like you did
He told me he wouldn't be like you
Like you...
Part of me hopes that he could amount to you
Amount to the person you were before you broke me
Before you made me make all this silly promises
With silly guys
That won't ever stay too long
Because staying to long
Would mean letting you go in the process
Maybe I'm selfish
Maybe I'm just as silly
For believing you would come back
Back to me
Maybe I'm turning into you
Taking these guys and telling them sweet nothings
But feeling nothing
Because every time they get too close
I start comparing them to you
You would do this
You would do that
They are never you
And that's probably why they always promise
To never be you
Because no one can be you
YOU ARE READING
written from the soul
PoetryListen to my deepest and darkest secrets slowly revealed in a jumble of metaphors and similes :)