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Promise Me
A Poem
did you think I needed to write you every ode
to justify all these scars you inflicted?
or was there a point to the madness you wrought
with every whim and weave of your tired mind?
oh, I could have sung you vows of silver and gold,
but you never would have been satisfied anyway.
oh, we could have been magic in the flesh —
but you were never right there to hold my hand.
in the end, I stood alone on the precipice
in the land between dreams and nightmares.
tell me, O prince of all these broken hearts—
did you win this long game of yours?
or are you just pretending it didn’t happen,
just like all those other girls predicted?
wanting you may have been my downfall,
but that was a mistake I was willing to live with.
but you didn’t give me a chance to regroup
even as my glass heart shattered on the ground.
crying never suited me, you said,
so I weep all by my lonesome.
