Empty Promises

A look is what separates me from life and death.
     A kiss is all that I need to give my life meaning.
           The beating of another’s heart is what drives me to do the things that I do.

An empty promise is the knife that slices open my heart and bleeds it dry. I have heard them all before. Phantom hopes for a better tomorrow evade my grasp.

Never knowing what is real and what is just words.

How can love be this way?
     How can life be so shallow?

Faith in love has gotten me this far. Like jumping from the rooftops into nothingness, I pray that love will be there to catch me as I fall. Arms wide open as the wind rips by me.

Falling...
     Tumbling head over heels...
Faith failing...
     Catch me before the end rushes up and stops my heart from bleeding...

Borne on the wings of a promise, my voice fades into nothing.