a patchwork quilt of maybes and almosts ✓

flame

double post today in case you don't wanna read my next poem which is a "story from the palais" :)) here's a lil poem called flame... i hope you like it! please read, comment, share, vote, follow, it would mean so much to me! thank you to everyone who reads my poems, or has read them! i love you all, and have a wonderful day. special thanks to Bruhimkelly, yalieen_, Stressedflower4, sssunshine1, Vamprixussa, ProlificScribbler, leolantsov for reading and voting on my poetry!!!!

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glass

that is what

it is made of

glass

or porcelain

or maybe

paper

easily

crushed

and torn

and crumpled

shattered

cracked

broken

but it's not

anybody's fault

is it?

no

it's not

it's your own fault

for letting yourself

care

for letting yourself

believe

in something

that would never

ever

ever happen

and false hope

is worse than

any knife

no matter

who is holding it

because you think

for a second

that your wish

could come true

and before long

it's more than a

thought

it's a hope

and hope is what

keeps us alive

hope that something

might change

that someone could

be better

than the last person

who ruined everything

but that's not how it

works

and when you

waste your time on

hope

for things that

will never

change

you succumb

you write your name

next to an x

at the bottom of a

contract

that says

sign your heart away

for a single

flame

for a little

tiny

easily squashed

hope

and when the

flame goes dark

and you realize that

reality

has blown it out

you cry

because it

hurts

that you knew not

to believe but you

took a chance

on someone

or something

and it was all

for nothing