When you promised me forever, I was silly to think you'd keep your word
Because I was taught that those things should be felt louder than they're heard
Promises by their definition are strength and willingness
To hold your word up higher than your own satiated bliss.
I could never be enough for you or anything you hoped we'd be
Thought I was exploring the sand crabs but was really drowning in your sea.
I've lived in the shadow of your former lover which we both knew could never last
And still I stayed with shallow hope that you'd bring me back after each cast
The rhythm in which I write now is filled with chaos and urgency
To get out every feeling quick enough, grasping at who I'm trying to be.
The promises I made to you through letters, painting, and home baked cookies
Are the ones that echo in my mind when I wipe the quiet and slow tears from my cheeks
Healing, growing, moving on feel a little stranger now
Deep breaths, a slight grin and even a softened brow
Silly little me promised to always love you.
And though that may look different now,
I forever still do.
-t.s.