Words left me with void
more than it did to fill up the silence
seemingly harmless words meant for comfort
made tiny shreds off my heart

promises made in a moment of euphoria
without much thought or consideration
words are just noises isn’t it
filler for a sentence

clinging onto those words like a buoyant
losing grip to the tidal waves of empty promises

do we ever meant what we say anymore?
or am I the only left?

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