you said you could handle it,
the days where I’d sit, crying, in your bathroom.
you said you would sit there with me and
hold me and kiss me until I didn’t cry anymore.
I didn’t believe you,
but you did.
you said you could handle the times
when I acted like a total b****,
because you said you knew I
couldn’t help it.
you said you’d let it go, and hug me when
I cried afterwards about the things I’d said.
I didn’t believe you,
but you did.
you said you’d never stop loving me
every night when I told you on the phone that I wanted
to die.
you said that you would come over and hold me
and run your fingers through my dirty hair
and wipe away my tears.
I didn’t believe you,
but you did.
and now, here I am, sitting on my bathroom floor,
crying.
and where are you?
I never believed you.
[i.l.]