threads of decaying breath,
like myself, I realize;
this world is truly
a sad, and lonely place.
The love we all bear-
like it is written on our clothes
is often abused,
and then hidden away;
in the pages of the fairytale books
that we seem to refuse to read these days
because they remind us
of what we are all longing for.
No one ever tells you how exhausting it can be
to have your hopes raised…
then completely obliterated.