Twisted hope

Why do you need

to see

whats behind the door

are the words

i love you

not enough

any more

why do you insist

on looking

behind the scenes

when you know

what you will find

will not be me

yet you hope and pray

that i will change

while wishfull thinking

becomes your cage

as you lay on

your barron bed of despair

believeing

one day

i will care

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