Empty Promises Poem by James McLain

Even though I won't, I will, I promise.
If your fat I'll say your not.
If you cut your arm's and legs,
to feel alive to feel the pain inside.
Will you stick around and wait.
I will, I would, I made you hang around.
Will a promise made in vain
because you thought it would?
When I would not.
Then when I'm deep inside the sun
I hate to say that I will stay when I will not.
If I date another I will hang around your house.
Remember what you said that I could do?
Even though I won't, I will, I promise.