A Pathetic

I can’t promise coffee each morning
Because every now and then I’ll oversleep.

I can’t promise a homecooked meal all the time
Because some nights are too hot to use the stove.

I can’t promise I’ll act cheerful
Because over time my mind has gotten worse at acting it out.

I can’t promise to be perfect
Because I’ve already convinced myself I’m not even close.

I can’t promise that the man I am in the moonlight,
Who holds you close while kissing your cheek and brushes your hair aside
Will always be this romantic

But I can promise I will love you just as much,
Even when these parts of me are not around.