False Hope, Dying Out Poem by Elizabeth Tyease Collins

You, were my breath,
my moment,
my second.

You were every word spoken
every lost second,
every steady heartbeat.
But you let me be.

To say of such a thing
that love never existed,
is fire in my veins,
making me go crazy.

For was I a fool to believe your confirmation
that you would hold my heart with no hesitations?

Cloudy days seem to fade away,
the less I think of your embrace,
the length of time has made me think
that things will never be the same.

As time goes on you'll fade away
a final goodbye?
a choice of yours to stay?
False hope,
no rhyme,
just a simple smile,
to what we had,
and how I wasted my time.