is the one thing we have
that lets us go on
I hate that bitch.
It comes and
pretends I’ll somehow get what I ask for.
It’s a high you come down from
when your dreams are crushed.
is a fool.
It lets you believe
Believe one thing will work out
when you’re probably meant to be forever alone.
is so stupid.
I love hope
and hate it at the same time.
makes me a fool.
Why was hope
the only good thing in the box
when there could be so much more?
What about dreams and strength and will?
don’t get me started.
Hope is a bastard magazine
that I subscribe to for months at a time.
just won’t leave me
Okay. That was more of a rant than a poem. Don’t mind me. I’m just a dumb thirteen-year-old who’s stuck as a thirteen-year-old because her fucking body is too young for her brain! Sorry.
New disclaimer: This poem is not PG. It demonstrates my forever-aloneness. As usual.
Nothing to see here!
P.S.- If you ever read this, open your damn eyes!