No Promises

I hate it when people say, “I promise.”

Everyone throws around promises

Like three-year-old flower girls,

Running down the aisle.

Oh so reckless.

Nothing in this world is guaranteed,

So don’t promise me anything.

But if you’re going to assure me something,

Don’t use promise;

Use the word swear.

Because promises that get broken

Hurt like hell.

But breaking a swear

Is like breaking a contract.

It’s like saying that if you cross me,

I can bash in your windows,

Slash your tires,

Beat you with a bat,

Take your money,

And run like hell.

Because breaking a promise is breaking a heart,

And breaking a swear is breaking trust.

Both are things I can’t afford to lose,

But if I could choose,

I’d rather my trust be shattered

Than this blood-pumping organ

That allows me to love,

To thrive,

To create,

To survive.

So don’t promise me anything, okay?

The last thing I need right now

Is another disappointment,

Another crack in my coeur,

Another lesson to learn,

Another person to hurt.

But swear it to me,

On your mother’s grave,

On your firstborn child,

On the life you live,

That you won’t intentionally hurt me.

Because if you do,

You better hide.

I come from a family

That plays a lot of baseball;

Plenty of ammo,

Locked and loaded,

Waiting on standby.

Prompt: Write a poem about breaking something.

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A twenty-two year old who lives through words and her Netflix account. She makes herself laugh more than others, and she claims that she is okay with that.

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