The reason I hate hope is because it leaves me hoping.
It answers
vaguely enough to hold my attention,
but varied enough to further my
lusts,
which if left deferred, grow my heart sick.
Hope pursues me relentlessly
and invites me anew.
It asks me to go deeper
and tells me deeper is where I’ll be
found.
I concede,
only because I hope such telling is true.
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