You promised me the last time
was the last time
but here we are again
stitching my heart back together
threading myself through
with hollow promises
feeding myself self-help lines
"Everything will be okay"
"You are better off this way"
It doesn't make the ache
drain from my chest any faster
but I will smile anyway
smile like I always have
It's the only way I ever learned
how to make it through
because when the world
around me is so loud
the only thing I can quiet
are my own words
so I swallow them down again
they never taste any better
on the way back down
but the bitterness of my own words
are still sweeter than the feeling
of heartbreak
but here we are again
stitching pieces together
hoping this time really is the last time