I am the love you never received

I am the reason you crumble to the floor crying when he doesn’t call

I am the reason you don’t use your razorblades just for shaving your legs

I am the reason you gave away your virtue at sixteen

I am the early and less than genuine “I love you” in the relationship

I am the commitment you wear on your finger each day

I am the line in the vow that reads “to have and to hold from this day forward”

I am the twelve thousand tears you cired over the divorce papers

I am the one who has no humanely shape

Who simultaneously affects millions each second

I am the one who hides behind the word faith,

I am advocate to the believer

And the best friend of deceit

I am the one they call hope,

And your next.