This Hope was once some thick chunky yarn.
Now it’s deteriorated into some cheap Dollar Store thread.
I pray for sunset to quiet the uneasiness in my heart
But sunrise meets me with a new sense of dread
Whoever said Love was enough
Believes too much in fairy tales.
The euphoria of the honeymoon phase
Has long ago decided to set sail.
Now I lie here, staring at my lover
who’s slowly become a stranger in my bed,
second guessing all the certain things:
Was temporary insanity plaguing my head?
Then I look up towards the cloudy sky;
Sadness hosting its’ own highlight reel,
reciting the same prayer every day-
that somehow this fractured bond will heal.