Thoughts

Promises

You said you would never lie to me. 

I believed you.

You said you would be better.

I believed you.

You made promises that I'm sure you meant to keep.

You made promises, but maybe you were cut too deep. 

Too deep in to see all of the shit that you were doing to me.

I need you here, to hold me tight.

Sometimes I just need you to get me through the night.

Sometimes I just need you to take away my fright and promise me that I will be alright.

Promises.

Well listen up, because I promise this.

I cannot promise I am okay, or even half way. 

But I promise that even through the broken promises, broken hearts, and broken parts of us.

That we will always love with a love that is more than lust. 

Because even when the world gets to dark, and makes it hard to see.

I will always be able to find you, because your heart calls out to me.

It wants me to set it free.

Even those who make promises run away.

 I guess it is all just a gamble, whether they go or stay. 

Even if they stay, promises can still brake.

 Not sure which ones are fake. 

Which ones are meant, and which ones they say to save face.

 Because even in lies the truth is still laced. 

 Like I promise I will be better, or I promise I will get it together.

 Maybe he is trying, or maybe he is lying.

 I just want to be happy for fuck's sake.

 Why can't people ever just keep the promises that they make?