I hope you’ll enjoy eating your empty promises for breakfast. You always seem to know exactly what to say. The right words, the right promises, everything I want to hear. You say you’ll change, you’ll be there, you’ll make things right. You ask for my trust and attention, making me believe that this time will be different. But words are easy. Keeping them is another story. At some point, promises lose their meaning when they’re never followed by actions. And I’m tired of being fed words when all I ever wanted was something real.