The love that unfolded made me ridiculously stupid.
I waited for you, for hours upon hours
waiting, hoping to see you once more that night.
You never came.
You never came to my rescue,
With every moment you were gone I slowly died.
Each minute, each second a new time bomb waiting to explode,
waiting to feed on my new found hope.
The hope that you gave me,
The sense that it would all be okay, that I would be okay,
The sense that I didn't need to hide myself any longer
You gave me this hope and left me alone,
alone to wonder;
Was it you that was my hope?
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