i must explain what i can’t ignore
a love that i’ve always apologized for
hope’s in the corner with her fingers crossed
wisdom tells her to get lost
but every night she speaks to me
i used to memorize her stories
like closed eyes over a cake candle wish
like those moments i thought i would cherish
they stalk me like a panther in the trees
waiting until i’m weak in the knees
and when emotion is dry and fake
i wonder what else will it take
for hope to get the hints i drop
but it seems she will never stop
whispering in my ear
words i’ll always want to hear
so the problem with hope, i believe
is she will never leave