Glass Promises
You wore truth like a tailored suit,
Smiling sharp in the evening light—
But lies stitched seams I couldn’t see,
Till silence screamed through every night.
Your eyes, twin lanterns in the dark,
Once held the stars I swore were real.
But stars, it seems, can flicker cold,
And hearts can kiss, yet never feel.
You spoke of “forever” in soft-spun lace,
While weaving webs behind my back—
Each word a thread of false embrace,
Each step a crack along the track.
You touched another, lips untrue,
With hands that once held all of me.
Did guilt not whisper in your spine,
Or did betrayal set you free?
I drowned in questions, bitter rain,
Searching for reasons in your flame.
But fire only knows to burn—
It doesn’t care who speaks its name.
Now silence sits where love once lay,
A ghost beside my coffee cup.
And all your truths, once sweet as spring,
Taste bitter in this shattered cup.
So take your vows and glass-made dreams—
They break so easy, don’t they, dear?
But know the cost of what you’ve lost:
A love that held you—without fear.
Copyright © Abby Deater | Year Posted 2025
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