And Let It Stay That Way Poem by Delilah Miller

Yes, it's not what people like to hear and yes, it's bad to be cynical. But I'm allowed my moments of doubt. In any case, I'm still a total flirt.


No one can catch a break,
either women and men opened up wide.
Oh, it's all in the same take:
heavy hearts eating up his/her chest,
co-dependence and a hand to hold,
worry over whose going to love you best.
We got to have someone keep us warm?
When does it ever actually get that cold?

And there are hundreds of reasons,
thousands of poems and songs,
millions of worn-out claims
billions of explanations
as to why it all mattered.
I don't think we even remember.
Why was it worth all
the dead dreams,
the sacrifice,
the loss,
the ugly side of hope?

Don't even mention it.
Don't mention the word,
not to me.
I worshiped,
and I prayed.
But betrayal
and death holds
so little sanctity.