Sharing bar-close kisses with strangers
Snorting powders until daylight
Swore, before you came along it was the last time.
Swear, I was fine.
Found what I’d wanted.
Somehow made it mine.
Too bad it takes two or more for our relationship,
And it only takes one of me to throw it all away.
You’re gone for good now, I know that.
You know, in a way, so am I.
I guess, though we promised there’d never be a goodbye.
I guess, we promised so much.
Hollow promises, chanceful promises.
Spoken promises with hope-but the intent of them lapsed, fast.
We made promises, knowing ultimately that they’d never last.