It's not that I'll do it,
It's just that I won't
Say those 2 words that make me feel owned
I can't be tied down with those 3 syllables
It's just not me
It makes my blood go cold
Like a writer cannot keep the ink in a pen,
I have a problem with promises
I just can't keep them
I'm not a liar,
I'll never deny
Feelings and actions I try to keep inside
It's getting tempting now
I can see it,
Can taste it
Emotions I have when I know I risk regret
They're sketchy,
They're bad,
They're something adored
They are undesirables yet I feen for more
For one last moment I hold it in my palm
It goes against instinct but the pain is now gone
I drop it,
I flush it,
I watch it swirl down
Life's meaning is found and I then screw this town
Whenever I need it and my brain feels like lead,
I walk to the kitchen,
Grab an apple instead
Because this is the life,
Really living and breathing
No more side effects except reason and meaning
See,
I kept my word
And did I promise?
No
Because promises really have nothing to show
It's all free of will with no strings attached
It's better this way
Good morale with no catch