Codependent
You’ve never fallen
in love or met someone new.
It’s all the same. Just,
strings and smoke
and mirrors, that
are broken or severed.
Shot out of the canon
named Hope.
Hope is at a loss for words.
She hasn’t fired
in so long. I ask her,
how long it’s been
since she made love
or picked fresh flowers
and her mouth
only stays wide open, waiting
to be stuffed full
of something I wish to hear,
just in a way I think is different.
It’s all the same.
You’ve never met
anyone new. Everyone,
just says what they
think you want to hear
and it’s all smiles and
masks and Hope.
Hope they don’t catch on.
Hope they don’t dig too deep.
Hope they don’t ask the hard questions.
Hope they don’t get the wrong idea.
It’s all the same and
everyone is broken and lonely.
Ask Hope. She’ll tell you.
