The Promise of You

Man.  Break-ups are THE WORST.  And as I am recovering from the latest in a long line of what feels like endless heartbreak, I felt inspired to write this poem/song(?) that tries to articulate that feeling of missing the good parts of someone that you once spent so much time with.  Because even though you can see how things had to happen the way they happened, it still doesn't erase the hopes you had for your happy ending.

And if anyone is wondering, yes, I am STILL working on my book of poetry (Someday Songs).  It is coming along slowly but surely and I can't wait to share them with the world.

The Promise of You

Don’t miss the mean things you said or the ways you played with my head.  

I don’t miss the cruel things you do.  Just miss the promise of you.

Don’t miss how you put yourself down or seeing your smile fade to a frown.  

I don’t miss wondering what parts of you are true.  But I do miss the promise of you.

Don’t miss struggling to give you more.  I don’t miss knowing that I’m rich, but feeling poor.

I don’t miss the fights that came out of the blue.  I just miss the promise of you.

...The promise of a better day.

...The promise that you might stay.

...The promise of your loving hand.

...The promise you might understand...me.

I don’t miss my empty home.  Sure don’t miss feeling so alone.

I don’t miss this pain I’m going through.  All I miss is the promise of you.

Yes, I’m still missing that empty promise of you.