I need to write, badly

I wish I could promise people from the start that I'd never let them down.
But that would be lying.
I wish I could say I'll be the only one around.
But that would be lying.



Still, we are flowers in a wide-spread field.
A field of love torn by war.
But we are young, and our hopes come crashing down.
I feel as if I breathe in love, more so as a poison than the creation of my life.