i told you i’d let you in,
but i didn’t.
just smiled through the ache
and made you believe
i was okay.
i said i wouldn’t do it again,
but i did.
soft and slow,
like a secret
i already knew how to keep.
i told myself i’d stop,
but i haven’t.
not really.
not even close.
i break promises.
not out of spite,
just out of habit,
or maybe survival.
you say you love me anyway.
but god,
how long can that last?