Promises

What promises made for? What promise makes it promise? Why do we called this promise if it can’t be promise?

Instead of complaining how dumbass you are because you left me hanging and broke those promises we made, I just stand there while watching your smiles.

Your smiles and your eyes wasn’t lying.
You’re eyes telling on me that I’m not miserable like I am.
You’re actually doing good.

And It hurts me so much because I will never be part of your happiness (or did I really make you happy or feel you sick about it?)

It hurts, that I can’t make you the happiest man in the world before.

You probably wouldn’t recognize me if I came up to talk to you about our forbidden love (or I’m the only one found it special)

I don’t have memorable face, I’m just a trash tailing around with you (or maybe, I’m kind of girl that you don’t want to be around)

I saw you starting to walk into my line and I quickly composed myself hoping that you didn’t notice my useless presence.
Because anytime soon, reality will slap me so hard.

As I expected, you didn’t bothered to glance at me because you’re busy doing it with fine woman.
You’re just walking with her while giving that girl a genuine and lovable smiles.

I’m unpredictable to fell asleep about her beauty.

She’s actually look good on you. She’s good with you. Am I actually good without you?

I sighed and let my emotions came off.

Since that day,
I’m starting to doubt promises. Because promises, can withdraw.