Promises You Don't Intend To Keep

Your eyes meet mine

windows to the soul painted shut.

A hand moves up my arm

my heart just as exposed.

Promise me.

Your mouth opens but mine is quicker

I'm yours

but promise me

promise to makes promises you don't intend to keep

promises you'll never keep

because false hope is better than no hope at all.

And I'm so much worse than hopeless.