Of Band-Aids and Bullet wounds

f.

And I promised myself that this time it'd be different
That I would look into your brown eyes and not see our future in them
That I would stare at your lips and not care that they had kissed someone else's
That I would push your hand away when it reached for mine
That I would ignore when you smiled because of me
That it wouldn't matter what words you spoon fed me
I promised that I wouldn't love you this time

- I'm not good at keeping promises