Hope fades
and we knew it.
Thank God for the Goose,
It might have ended faster.
All the compromises. Truces.
Your head was big, but
my mouth was bigger.
We blamed each other,
But both saints were sinners.
Despite Friday dinners,
boredom overcame.
Freedom had many names.
We always came back,
To the fighting, condescension
to the lies, and the tension-
for the familiarity.
Maybe for the charity.
Do not pity me.
Argue with me.
Let's make it easy-
Take it to the bed,
inflate your head,
shut me up.
Screaming and sweating,
it ended how it began.
And now we're smiling,
dreaming, pretending
until the next round,
sinning, hell-bound.
Hell-bent.
Ask me where hope went?
I'll tell you: it faded.