Please don’t give me hope,
Don’t come into my life a moment,
Leaving me with expectations.
You think I’d know better,
Having experienced this situation often;
Expectations are dangerous,
Few people in life meet them,
No matter how basic,
The expectation maybe.
Don’t set me up to fall,
To get sucked underwater,
You the undertow drowning my sorry soul.
Should’ve known better,
You weren’t a genuine Pearl,
Should’ve known by now,
Those who care for me, make time for me.
Should have known by now,
But you made me believe,
This time you were for real.
Now I’m deflated, hurt, and frustrated.
What is it with you?
I can’t even expect you to be,
A dependable friend?
No, of course not, the fault is mine.
I can put expectations on myself,
But never on you, never on anyone.
Just let the pixie dust and fairytales,
Burn into the night, a haunting fire.
But hope is not destroyed,
It only burns brighter in the flames warm.
Keep your hope and your dreams,
I live in the real world;
It hurts me, scars me, damages me.
You totalled the destruction.
Tomorrow I rebuild torn,
But knowing, no man —
Can expect anything from me, until I say.
Right now my hope is crushed.
You taught me to be hopeless,
Made me feel lost and forlorn.
For now, a true fact, hope is the bird I scorn,
Tomorrow, hope has *feathers, and will be reborn.
* “Hope Is A Thing With Feathers” – Emily Dickinson
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