My Writing

Broken Promise.

I promised myself I wouldn't cry when you left.

But here I am, breaking that promise.

It's almost midnight, and I'm curled up in my bed.

Wishing the tangled bed sheets around me were your arms.

I'm trying to sleep, in hopes my dreams will be of you.

I know I'll wake up in the morning with mascara stains on the pillow.

I guess I didn't scrub all the remnants off my eyes because I thought my tears would wash it all away.

Just like I hoped that crying would get rid of all this pain.

But it only seems to make it worse.

I feel like my chest is collapsing with every shaky breath.

I don't even know if I'm still crying, I don't feel the tears running down my cheeks anymore.

I guess I've gone numb.

My heart is not just broken, but missing pieces.

Pieces that you took with you, with the promise you'll return them someday soon.

But is that promise just going to be like the one I made?

That I wouldn't cry?

Because that was broken the second you said goodbye.