𝐑𝐄𝐃 | 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲

•dix-sept•

hope, such a dangerous word

that which fills your pockets
with harmful
expectations

that which lets your worries dull
and weaken
and fade
until
they're
nothing

that which leads up to the feeling
of your heart being crushed to dust
when all that you thought
w a s   w r o n g

and then you're empty
and falling down
                            down
                                     down

and you don't know what to do

all because
you dared
to hope