Much like everything else in my life
Hope, trust, joy, and love,
I want to see you disappear
Into a view ironically beautiful
As there's nothing more alluring
Than longing for what never was
Not a feeling which endures
Past what we have never had
We grow and toil, meet our foils,
Have our blood boil until
It cooks us
Through this all, we balance ropes
Which slip and fall, fasten down
On our throats, till we see them
A final glance, of something disgusting
And out we are, out as we always were
As absolutely nothing
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