Promises Unkempt
/…said you’d be better... it got worse
You said you couldn’t live without me
Me? The one you never even see?
In the beginning you were so filled with passion
Now I’m on the back burner for when you’re bored says your actions
I’ve been telling you for weeks I’m not ok
Now my wrists hold the evidence that I barely survived another day
You are done there, living separate lives
She’s making your lunch and wearing your ring
Doesn’t seem so done from this side as another piece of my soul dies.
Why do I do this to myself…
By Gabriella Nelson