Promised

You said I don’t need to tiptoe 

You would bend down for me

You want pictures of us

Perhaps, they’re our feet

You promised me September 

You prove me never

You said you love me that night

Tomorrow came, you said we could be friend instead 

I was fake being okay with that

Said I follow you 

You said you don’t wanna hurt me

You want me to be happy

Yet, you just slowly made me feel like I was the fault 

I believed I was really the devil 

✍️: August 28, 2022 - 13:32