Italicized in bold,
standing out
among the rest,
my declaration unfolds,
futile at best.

Love, it isn’t pretty
and hate, uglier still.
But hope stands alone
forever drenched in pity
after love has flown.

Lonely nights drag on,
sleepless, caffeinated,
inebriated until dawn.

© Autumn Siders 2018

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