broken promises seem to hurt the worst. like I knew you'd leave but when you promised me you wouldn't I began to believe you. then when you left, the sting was that much worse. if I scratched all of your broken promises into my skin like I've tried to before I'd bleed out. I reread all your letters and drown in the memories of us. damn. I need you. I need your hugs, your smile, your life, the way we danced around the house when it was too late for either of us to be up. whenever I have that again, I'll be happy. so I'll just hang onto the waves of change and try to ride them back to you. because all your broken promises have me convinced I'll be broken till I have you again.
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my poems
PoetryA coming of age story of a young girl, discovering the true meaning of self love.
