𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕨𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕖

Hope

Touch so tender, can't you see, that you're the perfect one for me?

Leaning back into your touch, we crossed a line, one too much.

Bloody pleas, I'm on my knees, help me find some hard-sought peace.

Crying, screaming, can't you see, that you're the perfect one for me?

Deceived the image I once had, burning will it, you'll be dead.

Once but now and every day, dead to me in either way.

Having fought to be forgotten, my hopes so strong and yet so rotten.

Pieces of my shattered will, tongue freeing a last syllable.

„Hope" it was, dying last, word as fragile as some glass.

(Made on 11th of August, 3:15 am)