Hope(less)

I've given up.

On those so-called

chance meetings

that don't turn into anything

other than a 

bump on the shoulder.

Flings that happen

on a whim

because of

the boiling urges

from the sun.

Embraces

and lukewarm touches

whose leaves will surely

be swept away as

the air turns cold.

Stupid promises

that couldn't be kept.

Swallowing 

a thousand needles 

and enduring the pain.

Although, to be honest,

I don't dislike the

thought of romance.

Butterflies in your stomach;

Maybe it was something you ate?

Feeling like you're walking on air;

I feel like that after a visit from the dentist.

Hearts racing;

To a non-existing finish line.

Instead of stumbling or falling...

I've been standing tall

with my eyes wide open.