The Inner Workings of a Happy Girl

My Broken Promise

It’s my fault. Not yours.

But I’ll willingly blame you.

I’ll ignore you, and hate you,

and fight you and shame you.

 

But here you are.

And I’m crawling back.

And I’ll cherish and love you,

until my heart’s black.

 

But the fault is still mine.

Yes. All mine.

Because I swear I won’t love you.

No. Not this time.

 

But you keep coming back,

And I fall so, so deep.

It seems the promises to myself

Are the ones I can’t keep.