by Serena Blade
there was hope when there should have not been.
I am angry at myself!
I should have disposed of you a very long time ago.
The signs were there, I was nothing to you.
Yet, “hope” laced itself inside my heart, demanding to give it time.
All this did was waste my precious time.
A hopeless lover and a hopeless dream, combined into one. Exposing nothing more but the utter truth.
You are dismissed.