Our Promises Poem by Maya Hanson

Awake, asleep.

I close my eyes better with your head on my shoulder,
I still don't promise.

Late nights, early mornings.

I shake and I can't stop smiling,
you're half awake and still twice as beautiful.

Something, nothing.

I look over at their promises,
maybe in half a breath they could be mine.

I want to, I won't.

I would choose in a heartbeat
to break my heart with you.

We have said too many times we will not promise,
these are our promises.