Promised

I promised.

I swore with a broken voice
that my hands would never become knives against myself.

But the night… the night dragged me by the wrists.

The pills went quiet, my chest screamed.

And I gave in.

That’s when the pain inside started asking for skin.

And I gave it. Gave it without thinking,
like someone trying to put out a fire with gasoline.

The first sting was almost a sob.

The second, a soundless scream.

And when I looked in the mirror,
it wasn’t me… it was only the broken promise.

On the cold tile, I felt his love hurt more than the burning on my skin.

But the love I feel spilled out along with the blood.

And it stayed here, pulsing between the wounds.

I promised out of love. And even loving so much,
I unraveled.