Live To See Another Day

I found a paper today
Wrinkled and yellow.
Written on it was a promise.
A promised I had made.

"I promise to love you"
A letter never sent.
For I knew it to be a lie.

A letter never thrown out.
For I knew deep down,
I wished it was the truth.

I had hoped I could
have loved you.
But your secrets
became stronger, darker.

I'm sorry that I couldn't be there
When you needed me most.
But your truths frightened me so.

I couldn't bare be with someone
Who couldn't bare
Living to see another day.