slightly less than brokenhearted

i want to not know this

this b.r.o.k.e.n feeling

through my bones and blood and flesh

this wonderful, exquisite bleeding of the fractured

heart and all the newold beginnings

that i just can’t believe in

(you know that life is not made of happiness

and sweet melting kisses)

but

you just can’t

stop hoping

for a different path through these lovelorn trenches

(hopeless - time and time again - )