The Heart Chronicles

➳ Promises

Every night I make promises to myself 

Some warning me of the past

And others of the future 

Some, are simply reminders to keep my guard up 

To not let anyone in 

To remember the pain and avoid it 

And it is not until now that I have realized:

What is life without pain?

I cannot bear to think 

that I will not feel the way I used to 

I cannot fathom what it would mean to let my heart 

become colder than what it already is

And I understand, I truly understand, 

but just because the past hurt doesn't mean the future will

And maybe it will...

I cannot make any promises 

But that way you know you put in your all 

That way you know that you tried 

And you lived.