The fool

I kept staring at the door, waiting for you,

Hoping you’d come, hoping it was true.

But you never showed, and I played the fool,

To wait, to believe—hope is so cruel.

When you apologized, I wore a disguise,

Pretending I never had tears in my eyes.

Hope, that liar, left me on a rope,

Swinging between despair and false hope.

I wished the rope would tighten, take me away,

Or the ground would swallow me whole that day.

But I act cool, unfazed, untouched by the chase,

Pretending I never longed for your embrace.

What a waste.