Toxic Hope and Poison Optimism

Toxic hope and poison optimism seep into my blood

I try to shut it out, but you keep poking holes in my armor

As though on a drug, I feel the medicinal relief until reluctantly,

You turn on the vacuum and suck all of that beautiful toxicity and poison out

Of my body and leave me with the emptiness

Of a hollow soul

Again…

And again…

And again…

I thicken the armor and add on a shield, but

No matter how many layers of stone and metal I add

You still puncture it with your tiny needles of good intentions and

Allow the toxic hope and poison optimism to run through my veins

Again…