My hope is that this is my last sad poem.
I really hope it is.
I want to be able to write poems about love and joy..
and Happiness.
Why can't I seem to find anything of that nature these days?
I hope I will.
I don't want to write about how you've hurt me,
lied to me,
cheated me,
deceived me,
and disappointed me in the way that you have.
I want to write about how in love I am,
how full of relaxation I am,
how content I am,
But I'm not.
I hope that this is my last sad poem.
I really hope it is.
I want to find a certain someone.
Who can help me with that.
For the long run.
*Always.
As if breaking up with someone once isn't enough. And to later find out that you lied? ****.