This particular poem was written about two weeks ago, and is dedicated to Milady, as its genesis is entirely her fault. (Having said that, my spidey sense tells me that she doesn’t actually mind all that much . . . )
And then hope
(the greedy, persistent bastard)
Slunk in, silent and sneaky
Like a thief in the night,
The window left open for it
By the sweet smile on your face.
And I know
(deep in the marrow of my bones know)
That I should stamp it out
Before I hurt, before I can regret,
But I’m distracted by you
(do you realize that you’re wearing my glitter?)
And before I can stop it,
Hope has dug its claws in
—and I’m lost.
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