Ode to Broken Promises

Ode to broken promises and lies

while worrisome wears upon my white skin

i wonder, i wonder how anyone buys

your stories. making me wonder where you’ve been

when you said you’ll be back in ten,

but it’s been almost 3 years

remember when you promise you’d send

some help? but you went to get beers

for a man that doesn’t even appreciate you.

yet, reminding you what you did to me

but the drugs messed up your brain, too,

along with your heart. sadly, you can’t see

pain dripping from my eyes and falling on the floor

creating the river of hell you put me through.

my heart is not an open door anymore.

but, of course, you wouldn’t have noticed though.

because you’re in your own little sad

world that only involves you and drugs.

so blinded by the smoke, you can’t see the bad

influence you are to me. scratching the hidden bugs

under your skin causing scars to form.

yet, blaming me was your solution and make

it ok to give me the same scars from

the blade of wisdom you gave me. As you “bake”

in your room, neglect shadows over mine.

because of you i can’t trust. because of you i lost hope

and i still have to pretend everything’s fine.

even when i wanted to connect my neck to the rope

i couldn’t, but the thought never left my mind.

all because of your broken promises

and lies...