Feeling forgotten and way out of line,

A cold, dead heart that has always been mine.

Fluid descriptions of love and lust,

A boy whose boy left him in the dust.

Breathing effortlessly but hardly alive;

Hoping, dreaming, and wanting to die.

Wrinkled paper like the promises I made,

And only one promise was broken today:

"Promise me that my words aren't pain,

Promise me that I am not a shame.

Promise me that you'll never leave,

And promise that you'll take care of me."

"I promise."