I let everything grow out of me I scrubbed away the smell of you scrubbed away the memories of us that lingered on my body, scrubbed away all the promises you made and wrote some promises of my own: I promise to love myself. I promise to protect myself. I promise not to settle.
Tag: Promise
Same Open Field
You make me wanna run as fast as I can feel the wind in my hair as I look back to see if you’re still there, running through the same open field we’ve been promised for too long.