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But you pinky promised
And you're not supposed to break pinky promises
And I lost you
Just like that

Every promise

Every memory

Every second

You changed your mind overnight
And now I'll spend the rest of my life wondering why
And that's the worst part
When I wake up and remember what happened
All the memories flood back in
And I'm blinded by the fact that I've lost the most important thing to me

And I don't even know why
And that's what scares me
The fact that I'm accustomed to loving people beyond any level than they know how to love
I've spent my life forgiving and pouring out second chances when there were none left to give
Because that's how it works
When you love someone the way I do
And it's easy for me because I've never been loved that way
Until you

And quite frankly,
That's terrifying
I could never tell if I was something special or not.
Until I picked up a pen,
That's when I knew;
I was every single poem...
Wrapped into one.
I watched one am turn into two am
And then three crept around the corner
That's when I knew I was a poet
Because poets are slaves to the night
Our beginning was beautiful as most beginnings are
We ended tragically as most soul mates do
And now we're just another broken mess of once was'
Another love story that ruined lives and yet, fell as dust among the earth
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