After what happened, promises meant nothing to me, but I believe some part of me had a little faith in you, and yet again that faith is gone.
You promised that you would never hurt me like that again, but tonight my heart shattered. You hurt me, again. I'm crying, again. I'm wishing death upon myself, yet again.
Are we together? No, but you promised. And yet again, I let myself think that I could actually believe you.
Am I hurt? Yes, but this is the last time, because yet again, you did what you said you wouldn't do.
Will I forgive you? Maybe, eventually, but I was trying to forgive what you did on that week back in January, but yet again I'm finding it more and more difficult to find the forgiveness to give to you.
Do I love you? I do, but you're hurting me, and yet again I lay here, crying, hurting.
Is this out of jealousy? No, but you will probably say it is, and yet again we will argue.
Yet again, I write about you. Yet again, I cry over you. Yet again, my heart breaks because of you. Yet again.
-H.C.B
