Promise Me

Promise Me

It's curious how we fall in love.
Is it fate, choice, or a forceful shove?
Is it a feeling, decision, or experience?
It causes some to lose grip of common sense.
Can we return, overcome, or even exchange it
When it turns bitter like a fluttery pit?
To wonder the direction, position, or future -
Are we insecure, immature, or just unsure?
What will we become?
The bitter thoughts are making me numb.
I miss the exploding feeling of being zealous.
I won't waste my time being jealous.
I miss us.
I want trust.
We can't be just
Distant friends, buddies, or pals.
I want you for myself, forever between my hands.
Save me from a bitter being.
Promise that you'll wait for me.