And hope is just

Terribly cruel

And yet I yearn

For the devil’s silver tongue

For isn’t it pretty?

A liar is much better

Than a cruel truthsayer

But is anything just good?

And I dream of some man

With unimpeachable honour

Who seems to not exist

Or maybe it’s a needle in a haystack thing

Just come over, won’t you?

I’m tired of looking for you

Everywhere — from parties at friend’s houses

To fucking dating apps

Because my autumn is near now

And yet, I never tasted spring