Promise

Forgot what promise feels like.
Tastes like. Looks like.
I've been blinded and suffocated by promise.
Thought promise was supposed to be a good thing
Never imagined promise would kill me slowly.
Made, broken and made again promise taunts me. Laughs at me. Keeps coming back...
Wagging its finger, "I told you so."
Opening its arms offering an all too familiar embrace, reminding me that promise is warm
sweet
beautiful...
Briefly giving me everything I need
Only to push me toward the edge of regret again and again... and again.