Hope, you have led me all astray…
Your wishful prancing
has left me plodding
Your naive faith
has left me questioning
Your promises
have left me holding half-attempts
that feed my fears
and scar like tragedies.
You have left me lost.
Stuck in a place
where chance
skirts the edges of reality.
Stuck in a time
where self-fulfilling prophecies
come half full.
Stuck in a pit
where i warily
count the tears
that each laugh
will cost.
intotheindigo 
“…count the tears that each laugh will cost..” I’m moved by this line and what beautiful a poem you wrote 🙂