Fractured Promises

I always thought that I would get my heartbroken,

I always knew it was coming.

But I always expected my biggest heartbreak to come from a lover,

not a friend.

I never thought that all our memories

would one day be a shard of glass in my foot,

hurting and stinging at every step I take.

If I could go back,

I would tell that little girl that would have done anything for you,

that all the promises you made about growing old in houses right next to each other,

about raising our kids together so they eventually get married,

about being the maid of honor at your wedding,

or falling in love with siblings so we could finally be the sisters we always knew we were.

I would tell that little girl to not trust the pinky promise,

not to fall blindly down the rabbit hole of you and your words.

I would tell that little girl to love you,

but not too much,

and not too soon,

because you will leave.

You always left.

So, all the promises that you made mean nothing now,

all crossed hearts, needles in our eyes,

were just lies.

If I could go back,

I would tell that little girl to never turn away,

because the second she did,

she would be left with a boatload of devastating memories and fractured promises,

And if I could go back,

I wouldn't let those memories and promises ruin me as much as they did.