There are promises we cling to
for dear life,
at times when everything feels shaky.

Yet not all promises are meant to be true —
for some,
are just words
meant to fill a void.

But when those promises remain unfulfilled,
they create holes
deeper than any alphabet can hold.

Easy to say,
yet hard to keep.
Easy to break,
yet the cuts run deep.

Words cut deeper than any knife,
inflicting wounds
that no one can heal.

And broken promises
drop a weight
into a heart
meant only to carry
feather-light weight.