She thought a promise was a thing to be kept
To be made by those who meant it
Not discarded into empty night air
They fell apart like teenage romances do
One flicker, a lighter in a dark room
That was all. Nothing else.
She did not know much of young love and whiskey-induced lies
She was naive, still had faith in forever
The universe and wicked fate had different plans
Now she is irreversibly broken.
Under breath, she vows to never believe in a promise again.