a forever kind of commitment, but a 10 minute attention span

you talk about the future like its a certain thing,
but you should know better than anyone that that is not the case.

slowly dropping dead,
ribs popping through skin and no one to help,
even though i promised.
and He promised, and she promised, and we promised.

because a promise doesn't mean anything
to a pathological liar
or someone okay with regret.

they tell me they love me,
but the ozone layer is ripping,
trying to protect us all but there is never enough.
you pull it towards yourself,
and i let my hands slip.