Do you believe in promises?

I grew up with a promise

Promise that was supposed to make me happy 

My mother promised me that she would never let anyone hurt me 

But like a broken mirror, that promise shattered

I tried grasping at the pieces,

promising myself that the tape and glue would hold everything together. 

Funny how fate proved that like my mother, I couldn't hold my own 

As I grew, thinking I was safe,

I met my “knight in shining armor” and I had let my guard down 

but the promises that we fought so hard to create,

Was easily obliterated by unworthy excuses. 

I tried to fight and to protect what I had with my knight 

But I found myself willingly stabbing my own heart with those same promises.

And I lay helpless; Bleeding as a result to my own failure. 

So here we are, with the question that I was asked,

“Do you believe in promises?” 

And to which I answer, 

“The day that a promise is kept, is the day that I’ll start to believe.