Author: Carey Sichareune
Do you remember when we were lying in my bed that Sunday morning and we were comparing the size of our hands with each other
You told me that you wished you had a home like mine
I told you I could be a home for you
You laughed
Then held my hand against your chest and told me not to make promises I couldn’t keep
I was serious then
The moment I shared my favourite song with you I knew
I hoped you would want me just as much as I wanted you
So, for a while, things felt nice and I thought I was bettering myself by finding my happiness in you
But I should have paid more attention
Between waking up next to you, and your hand in mine,
It wasn’t actually me you were telling to not make promises that couldn’t be kept
You told me you wanted to believe we could have mornings, afternoons and nights together forever
Except, I wasn’t the right person you could see yourself waking up to anymore
So now I’m here in this bed, on a Sunday night a month later
With four missed calls from you
Because you’re drunk again and telling me that you promise you’ve made a mistake
And you want me to share my new favourite song with you
But I tell you I don’t believe in promises nowadays from anyone
And that I haven’t had another favourite song ever since
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