Broken Promises

We fell in love with broken promises. 

We fell in love with who we thought we could be. 

We fell in love with empty conversations. 

You fell in love with me. 

And I’m sorry that it’s not what we expected. 

That the horizon wasn’t as bright as we hoped. 

This is the result of false pretenses. 

This is the result of falling in love with the imaginary. 

If we could turn back now I’d wish you would stay. 

If you could turn back now I wish you would stay. 

But I’m afraid this is now your prison. 

And every bar a reminder that;

I’m not what you wanted me to be. 

I’m me.