That was the last time I spoke to them.

I stick by my promises, because I find joy in fulfilling them.

I barely break them. 

But if it pains me to fulfill it,

I choose to be selfish,

And break them. 

They survived and I survived,

and my words of promises become a fleeting memory.

Perhaps it was evidence that only I have been the one carrying them, while they deem it weightless.

Why carry unnecessary weight if it’s unreciprocated?

Maybe indeed,