“hope”

hope is a fickle mistress.
i want to hope.
i want to dream.
i want to let my imagination run wild.

i’m afraid.

once bitten, twice shy.
and many times over?
maybe that just makes me a sucker.
it would be easier not to.

but what then, of
this wild beating of my heart
this yearning for so much more
these untamed desires
that will not be silenced?

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