Hope is but sweet poison on this side of the fence
My heart is the prisoner;
Your self* and my mind are co-wardens;
The power sharing details are not quite clear-cut.
Descending from the summit of “being in love with the idea of”
Only to discover that my pass to the real thing was an illusion
I guess we’ll never know what could have been.
Maybe we still can.
Ugh. Hope. 😞👎🏾