If hope doth be my drug of choice
Love just might be my poison
But which of these shall **** me whole
Has yet to be unseen
For hope yields nothing to rejoice
In a dance I have no poise in
And love, it starves, both quick and slow
Both evolving their routine

I hope for love, but my love of hope
Has ripped my heart to pieces
As the love I’ve held to hope for
Remains unmutual at all
It’s a bittersweet kaleidoscope
Of emotional releases
To love a love that’s not in store
And still hope for the fall

Do I simply love too deeply?
Far too easy do I fall?
Do I **** myself but purposely?
Are my eyes and heart both flawed?
Do I love the wrong people completely?
Is this loneliness my all?
Or, is my hope of love but urgency
And my love but hope’s defraud?