Pinky Promise

That night we pinky promised that this would be forever.

I took it seriously but I guess for you it was just a joke.

They were meant to be unbreakable but you had other plans.

Now its been half a year and I still cant get you out of my fucking head.

Not a single day has passed where I haven't thought of you at least once.

That wouldn't even be such a big deal if it wasn't affecting the rest of my life.

Trying to talk to other people, move on from that promise but you're in the background of everything reminding me of it.

I bet you don't even think about me at all anymore not that it would matter.

How fucked up is it that when I try to move on I still feel guilty when there's nothing to feel guilty over? I'm not the one who left without telling you why, I'm not the one who laughed while hearing you cry, and I'm not the one who broke that sacred childish thing.

197 days you've been gone but still in every one.

So the next pinky promise I make will be to myself, to someone who takes it seriously.

I pinky promise to burn every bridge and memory I'm holding on to if that's what it takes to move on.