Fatal Hope

Hope leaves a metallic taste

in my mouth, like blood dripping

from my tongue, that's been lashed

by words not meant.

Words, which are seemingly harmless,

but when spoken with treacherous lips,

inflect a fatal poison.

This poison, rapidly burns through veins

not meant to carry such pain, but

seem to endure the gravity of this false hope.

What false hope could weave poison

through weakened veins

and eat away at a tender heart?

LOVE!