Author: room with a view PM
You never PROMISED not to make my life a living hell, so I can't REALLY call you a liar. Written about a particular person, but it's starting to describe everyone in my life.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Hurt/Comfort - Words: 96 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 4 - Published: 06-18-09 - id: 2686794
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I should've written you in pencil,
So I could erase all of my problems.
But you wrote on me in sharpie,
Your name is in my heartbeat,
And now I'm attached,
But I don't want to be.
I should set myself free.
But you yell at me,
Then you just hold on to me.
Like I promised it,
I never promised anything.
Neither did you.
You never promised to be a good friend,
So I can't accuse you of anything.
But I can walk away.
Remember: I didn't promise to stay.