Hope.

The thing that kept me in love was hope.

The reason I endured your knife of ignorance to my throat, with

no protection was hope.

How I embraced my miserable self just so I can have a happy me,

was hope.

I turned to ash in hopes that maybe I would be inhaled by you.

That was the only hope I had, until you coughed me out with a

bitter face.

Oh how dispersed I already was. That is how much you break me.

Who could hurt someone so much that even their ashes get

shattered?

Hiraeth