Empty

Empty
You told me "I'm going to do this, and that," one year.
I hoped you would. You deserved it.
The following year, you told me yet again, "I'm going to do this and that," and I started to loose my faith in you.
Then you left me altogether, still saying, "I'm going to do this, and I'll do that..."
You can keep saying you'll do these things...but if you don't do them you're cheating yourself.
It's empty promises to you.
Of course, there are no expectations because when you don't do anything, you have nothing to fight fo. Being stuck in the same place, each successive year leaves you less inclined to make plans, and more inclined to except what "will not" happen because of it.
We may not be making plans together anymore, but that doesn't mean you can't make plans with yourself. For yourself.
Stop holding yourself back, and move forward.
Don't let your life end, empty.
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Posted: Apr 2012
About this poem:
Wrote a few days ago about my ex, who said he was moving to California. Then he said he was going to college up here where I am. All these plans he makes, he never follows through.

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