Oath

My friend our paths have been broken, we were made to make it but we never believe in the stars. 

Our path has been burned down because of spiteful words and bitter memories that weren’t right, we are a broken-down road without CPR. 

If I could I would make the last promise, but we both know I am not good with them, so let me make you an oath, with those I can. 

We can grow apart, we can pick new friends and tell beautiful lies about our fall out, forget my name and my weird mood swings, forget of the day I told you I loved him and the day I cried without barriers because I trusted you, as I will forget about our first interaction and the way you punch so hard that you make me laugh. I will erase the names of the boys you liked and how many plants you forgot to water. 

Let's do all that. 

But, I will never forget that when I was alone I had you, that the hand I hold onto when falling down was you, that all the blood I spilt was never because of you, I will remember hating the people who left you lonely a night out, I will remind to skips the songs that end with an uneven number and how you started hobbies after hobbies, I will remember that you taught me how to live. 

My oath my friend is that, I make houses to brake, my ships are made of glue and hay, my body is full of broken says from me, yet my oaths are made from the last life I have, and that is I will stay with you. 

T.A.