HOPE.

HOPE. 

Even though you promise yourself, 
That today is the day you let go,
There's always that small part of you, 
That's clinging onto hope. 
In hope that they will see,
How leaving you has made you feel, 
In hope that they'll return your heart, 
They so bitterly steal. 
To hope one night you lay in bed & they somehow hear your cries, 
Come running to your rescue & dry your tired eyes. 
To one day have them look at you, 
Like they once did before, 
The eyes that said I love you & how I adore. 
You fall asleep & dream of them, 
And awake to them not there, 
Slapped in the face once again,
By the lonely heart you bare. 
How do you let go,
Of one you thought you'd spend your life? 
It feels my chest has been ripped apart, 
With a small blade or knife!
So while I sit with a broken heart, 
Shes falling in love all over again, 
Making all our future plans, not with me, but with them. 
I know I will let go someday, 
But that day is yet to come, 
And no matter what changes or how far I go, 
I'll always know you we're the one.