Hope

It's simply sublime, isn't it? Hope. That little emotion that can make you or break you. And my dear you have vestowed it upon me. You have brightened my world and have given me something worth living for. You gave me the time of day. I can feel it in my heart, that little thing named hope.
Ah, but soft. You have taken it away just as fast as you gave it. Like missing the last step in the dark, I'm falling towards oblivion with a sharp knife in my back that has me screaming traitor. That's you my impossibely horrendous dream maker, my beautiful little hope killer. I just can't seem to grasp it though. Why would you want to do this to me?