This time,
I lit a match
With the intent to start a fire.

A fire that was quickly extinguished,
But the damage was done.

I fell for my best friend
And in doing so,
Sealed my fate.

And so the pattern continues.
Another one on the list and out of my life.

But as I begin to pick up the pieces and rebuild the walls,
I can’t help but linger.
Thinking and hoping,
That maybe, just maybe,
He’ll change his mind.

I know this hope,
I’ve felt it before.
But never have I believed in it,
Until now.

Hope is the only thing stronger than fear.
The fear of being alone.
The fear of pain.
The fear to trust and love.

Hope is the only reason I went in for that first kiss.
Proof is his hands grabbing my face, pulling me closer.

A little hope is effective,
A lot of hope is dangerous.
A spark is fine,
As long as it’s contained.

I let it run wild instead,
And got lost chasing after it.

I have yet to find my way back.