i hope this poem fades to dust
and the history books never call my name
’cause no one with a statue
got cast in gold without some blame
yeah, no one gets that kind of glory
not without the bones they’ve crushed
someone left behind, in the fucking dust
so i hope, my love, that they don’t remember us
i hope i try my best, never land on my feet
i am angry and bitter; say all the wrong things
and the words knot up at the tip of my tongue
i hope that no one knows my name
’cause i don’t wanna hurt someone
i hope it is bloody, it is brutal in my chest
i hope i climb up a tower, and i wear pretty dress
i hope they love me
i hope you love me
i hope it all is for the best
i hope i break down the forest, and i fuck up a million times
wear yellow books and die my hair green
and everything is glitter, sprinkled on my cheeks
i hope my little pictures, yeah they never make sense
i hope the gods in my daydreams are quiet and unimpressed
i hope my shoes are quiet on the floor
i hope i cry into my pillow
and never want more
i hope we buy a cottage
out by the lake
i hope it’s fake and it’s idyllic
and when the water falls,
it carries me away