Prompt: Hope, it dangles on a string, like slow spinning redemption

Shameful, it is

To know that
the moment I found my resolve
the moment I ventured out of my zone
the moment I broke down my walls—
You’re no longer on the other side

And why, I wonder—I remained on the same spot
left with the mere choice of hoping
and waiting

That one day
you’d go back to the same spot where you’ve waited
And realize

That I was what you’ve always wanted
That I am whom you’ve always needed

Not her—
not her.

Shameful, it is
Pitiful, this is


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