i stopped making promises because i tend never to keep them. so when i promised myself i wouldn’t fall for you in hindsight i really wanted to; and i don’t trust easily but somehow if you were to tell me i was actually colourblind and the sky was a different hue, i’d be totally confident that i could always depend on you to tell me the truth. not that it’s something you’d ever say because you’re even nearer than the closest thing to perfection. a voice that causes jealousy in a thousand angels, an enchanted forest of hair with your mind being the treasure buried beneath and those eyes. oh, your crystal ball eyes, because in them i see myself happy and that’s all i want for my future. i could say our love is worth more than all the world’s riches but the most valuable objects are priceless, and people still criticize broken things yet look at all that we’ve benefited from a broken promise.