[ hopeless ]

I didn’t know
I would let
my feet forget
how to stand
upright,
elevated,
and proud.
Or that
my hands knew how
to touch
without feeling,
without recognition,
and with desparation.
And that I
would allow
words with such
inelegant edges
slip and spill out
in front of me.
And that I would watch you
and stare and feel
something
and know it was nothing.
I didn’t know
one could delight
in my descent,
but apparently
my actions
are amusing.
I should have
known your cunning
cadence came
wrapped up in filth
and fabrication.
And so you sang it
like before,
and I bit the lure once more,
to see if hope
could ever exist
inside someone
as hopeless as you.