Hopeless

If I will ever love then it would be you

ripped brutally from my head and thrown onto my path

so I cannot outrun you, because you are worth it –

the pain that will undoubtedly come

and the lies that will be told

and even if I burn it would be for a reason.

It would be you because in the face of you

I cannot change, like seasons do

I cannot convince my heart to still

I have no will to stay away

and it’s my luck that you’re not real

because otherwise I would be ruined

and hopeless.

 

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