Promise Me Nothing - Mel Afoa

Promises are like dust.
It's all in the air, and it stays there.
Promises mean nothing.
At least, to me it does.
I was a fool to believe people,
when they promised me things.
In Year 7 I was promised
A big, scruffy teddy bear and a orchid flower,
by my boy best-friend for Valentines.
Gave me a cold shoulder, only the day before.
I recieved nothing that day.
I was in Year 9 when my boyfriend promised me,
he would stay in my life forever.
He promised me his world, likewise,
and four years later, no trace of him here.
Funny enough, he was the one who promised me love,
promised me hope for our future, and prosperity.
Where are they?
Year 12 came around, graduation was on everyone's mind,
and I clearly remember being promised by many of the girls,
graduating with me that sombre day,
a promise of being there for me when I needed it.
Some even pinky-promised.
So, riddle me this, my ladies.
I went to war with depression and sadness combined,
and I was fortunate to escape a near-death experience.
I won the war, but only just; I still have the battle scars.
Were you girls in the enemy trenches?
Were you hiding in the battleground, under the corpses?
In the office, making the battle moves and strategies?
It was funny, because I was told of the thousands of soldiers,
who were to march with me on the day of World War III,
and I charged into the battle, thousands coming at me.
Glanced around, was alone. I died instantly.
The saddest promise made,
was 'sisters over mister's.
If I could, I'd erase that certain promise.
I was promised to that I would be her world,
I would never be chosen over any boy.
Came December, the big epic internal fight.
The promise, in my opinion, was still standing.
It has been eternity since we met,
since we became close, since we promised,
and it felt like eternity when she made her decision.
The answer was enough to stop the red thing beating.
Next time someone promises me something,
I will only laugh.
I will tell the person to keep it tucked inside their pocket,
and I would walk away.

Promises mean nothing to me anymore.
Promises are like dust, they're just there.
Promise me nothing, and I'll be fine,
so if you don't promise and walk away,
I won't be bothered the slightest.