When hope falls for despair

TW : This piece contains mentions of su*cide, death, blood and self harm if you aren’t comfortable reading about these topics please don’t read further. If you or anyone you know is feeling su*cidal or is having thoughts about it, help is at hand, please do reach out either to someone you trust or call 9820466726. To everyone who chooses to read further i hope you are okay <3

This is a story about a person called despair who has only known ghosts and shadows. They have always loved and lost. Thus, finding it hard to fall in love. One day that changes when they meet hope, and slowly falls in love with them: hope. Hope to be better, Hope to love and Hope to feel. (adapted from the book : I fell in love with hope by lancaii. Art by makshin) ps: doesn’t contain spoilers.

Blood is accusative

It's speaks and stains

There's no boundaries

Death is a state of being

Humanise or demonise

It still has a soul

Disease has a reason

Time steals without any accusations

That's all life was supposed to be made of

Till I met hope..

Hope says I am like the sun

Yellow eyes that match my hair

That I have dyed multiple times

To feel alive, I have tried to be better

About coping

So the dye works for a while

Ever since we met I have been ‘despair’

I love and loose

Makes me think I am beyond repair

There are bandages on my skin

It pains under my clothes

Hope wears it on their sleeves

Where I see regret, they see strength

I always loose

So neither do I try to steal back nor put up a fight

Yet they see me as their sun

Thus, I cant see my own light

So if they close their eyes and leaned in

Would they burn or glow

As they touch me, we eclipse

Softly becoming habitual

Hope and despair

A deadly combination

Mostly like a broken gun

It doesn’t fire so we don’t run

We sit as every broken thing has a soul

Breaking the watch on the wall

And pretend time is at a standstill

As even I once should have been a ghost

If we choose to love something we can’t loose

Would we ever love at all?

So is it okay for me to lose myself ? Who I was?

To begin again?

I don't like my scars

But they are essential broken parts

Hidden for mirrors and lovers

Hope turns out to be my lover

Don’t understand whether it is fearful or eternal

So we hold each other till the shadows disappear

Meet the Author

Just an average teenager running on coffee and fiction and sometimes I write about fiction and maybe sometimes I lose it due to my inability to handle criticism, I blame taylor swift for that.

Faye

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