For the Hopelessly Hopeful:
It’s us…It’s always been us.
We, who –
Abdicate the surface to love so deeply with our souls;
We, who trade our lungs with bated breath for organs filled with Their smile instead.
We, whose veins are filled with the persisting scent of the lasts’ betrayal;
Who release our past through the same vertical nicks that we’ll shelter our future.
We, who have a self-destruct-button of a heart.
We open up our veins expecting to bleed blissfully.
We forget about the shock, the damage and the shut-down.
We end up fiend-ing for warmth in the palm of Their hands.
———— We end up anemic.