Stayed Up All Night

Another night falls on disappointment
Hoping to feel what I’ve become incapable
Of her breathing is silent, but her dreams
Are filled with crashes
She flinches, she flinches.

And I am not who I promised I’d become
I am not who I promised.

I am the steam that escapes a knife wound
In an alley on a cold January night.
I am those words left unspoken that you will never again have the chance to say.
I am the little engine that should and would if I thought I could.
The dividing line between what we wanted and what we got.
Blurry and immovable and not open to anymore discussion.

And I am not who I promised I’d become,
I am not who I promised.

Her breathing is silent,
But her dreams are filled with crashes
She flinches, she flinches.

And I am not who I promised I’d become
I am not who I promised.
I’m sorry.