Impossible
Believe,
After every single unfathomable action-
Every tear-
Every lie-
Every attempted gas light-
Every knife in my back.
In love,
When my heart is just dust blown away in the breeze-
When I can't even look at you without the urge for murder or suicide-
When I’m not sure I even think love exists anymore-
When I can’t really even tell what I look like now-
When your words are absolutely worthless.
Impossible.
Because your money is dirt and your time is gold-
And I’m filthy poor-
And I have no more sleepless nights to lose to you-
And I don’t think anyone deserves to be trusted you least of all-
And I can not comprehend ever giving anyone that power over me again.
4/12/2023
Copyright © Hannah Hockaday | Year Posted 2023
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