i cant believe you would cry.
i cant believe that despite everything, despite you lying Hope into the coffin and nailing it shut and throwing it into the ocean, and thinking you finally put an end to it. you cry.
you finally(?) cry.
you cry and it makes it worse, it makes the pain tangible, you feel the wetness on your cheeks and how the world resolves into a blur. a proof of your hurt.
and i cant believe that you, of all people.
i want to kill you for still looking back, still wishing.
you still hope.