my eyes burn from all this smoke in the air. smoke filled with empty promises nobody intends to keep. promises filled with regret and remorse. promises only made out of pity. self pity. we only think about ourselves. so to keep others around we must promise them promises they want to hear. tell them all the right things. because when you feel them pulling away you can't take it. you're always the one fading. like the smell of pine sol on a freshly mopped kitchen floor. forbidden, they are, to be the lemon scent leaving your nostrils. the narcissistic beings we are force them to stay with the words we choose. but we're the ones who go with words left unsaid. and that, my friends, is what an empty promise is.