365

a sonnet

I’ve post marked my feelings for tomorrow

I am the queen of emotion repressed

You promise this is more than borrowed

You’re a liar, just don’t know it yet.

I promised I wouldn’t get too attached

But those kinds of promises always fall through

Unlikely people to be easily matched

I never planned on depending on you.

I can’t ignore the certain abandonment

The one you promise will never exist

I don’t mean to say this was an accident,

Yet I’m stuck playing devil’s advocate.

I’m afraid to admit I might love you

And I’m simply waiting for the fall through.