I understand that it wasn’t promised

But I still thought it was like those maybes-

The ones you knew would really happen

Like an unraveled secret in attempt to be hidden

And I thought,

I was so very sure that everything was set in place

And I keep making myself these promises

And yet every time I end up fallen on the pavement

Blood mixing with tears

And I just wished, just once

For someone to return the sea of adoration

That’s spilling out of me

But if no one catches the water that comes spilling out

The spring will eventually dry up.

And I just thought,

I was worthy

But I guess I should stop making up promises

And expecting others to fulfill them