double post today in case you don't wanna read my next poem which is a "story from the palais" :)) here's a lil poem called flame... i hope you like it! please read, comment, share, vote, follow, it would mean so much to me! thank you to everyone who reads my poems, or has read them! i love you all, and have a wonderful day. special thanks to Bruhimkelly, yalieen_, Stressedflower4, sssunshine1, Vamprixussa, ProlificScribbler, leolantsov for reading and voting on my poetry!!!!
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glass
that is what
it is made of
glass
or porcelain
or maybe
paper
easily
crushed
and torn
and crumpled
shattered
cracked
broken
but it's not
anybody's fault
is it?
no
it's not
it's your own fault
for letting yourself
care
for letting yourself
believe
in something
that would never
ever
ever happen
and false hope
is worse than
any knife
no matter
who is holding it
because you think
for a second
that your wish
could come true
and before long
it's more than a
thought
it's a hope
and hope is what
keeps us alive
hope that something
might change
that someone could
be better
than the last person
who ruined everything
but that's not how it
works
and when you
waste your time on
hope
for things that
will never
change
you succumb
you write your name
next to an x
at the bottom of a
contract
that says
sign your heart away
for a single
flame
for a little
tiny
easily squashed
hope
and when the
flame goes dark
and you realize that
reality
has blown it out
you cry
because it
hurts
that you knew not
to believe but you
took a chance
on someone
or something
and it was all
for nothing