promising people

People promise things all the time,
just like they are promising to fly.
They promise the impossible,
then throw those promises away.

You promised to be my friend,
but you broke that promise too.

Someone asked me something-
smiling at the tears in my eyes.
They thought I was happy,
but I was about to cry.

I wasn't crying from happiness.
I was trying not to fall apart.

They looked at me with sadness,
but I had seen it all before.
Their reaction felt familiar-
but I got déjà vu.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

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September 23, 2026 at 3:15 AM
This is a quietly devastating free-verse poem, made powerful by its plain, direct language and the accumulation of broken promises. The short stanzas create a hesitant, exposed rhythm, especially effective in the movement from public misreading—“They thought I was happy”—to the private reality of trying not to fall apart. The ending’s déjà vu lands strongly: it suggests not one isolated hurt, but a familiar cycle of disappointment and recognition. The poem’s emotional restraint makes its sadness feel all the more immediate.
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