The "Promise" in Promiscuity

I do not own this picture.

I promised myself that I wouldn't cut your wings.

And I gave my choice to live again,

But the walls have started up.

As time goes on,

I try to think about you less and less.

Angry because I let myself be hurt again,

But it’s no one’s fault in the slightest.

I knew it would never last but if you asked I’d do it again.

Just to be nobody else’s but yours.

I knew something would go wrong,

When I would find myself crying too much,

And feeling fooled.

Does it matter to you?

The fact that you know I do love you.

I didn't want to hurt myself,

But finding you sent me into a whirl.

Ask yourself:

“Does it matter to you?”

I can’t talk because it hurts.

I can’t talk because I don’t want to cry anymore.

And I've stopped crying,

And instead I started lying--

By retelling myself that things will be better without you.

I've lost my other half.

Paralyzed still.

What happens when you find someone else?


Will you love her the way you couldn't love me? 

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