Don’t you hope sometimes that you were wrong
And the answer is no, not at all.
Do I hope I was wrong about the moment I felt it collide?
Only because it took me that long to realise it hadn’t already.
Only because every day is so hard and if there was a chance of
Anything changing
If it could be as simple as
That when it was and it still wasn’t enough
Belief that there is a one would require believing I’m a one myself.
And believing I was didn’t mean anyone cared.
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