when we parted you
said – p r o m i s e d –
to check in on me &
make sure i was okay
but just as always
you were filled with
empty promises
i wasn't as hurt as
i expected to be –
only longing for
the happiness of
our past
& i was so thankful
this was a promise
you couldn't keep
i needed to be cut
off from you – to see
you happy with her
instead of me in
order for me to
actually accept
our end.
YOU ARE READING
with whiskey on our breath
Poetrybecause there's that one moment in life where you meet someone and wonder, "where the fuck have you been all my life?" this was - is our moment. © christine marie.
