truth is freedom

Looking for messages
hidden between these words
trying to uncover
secrets not shared
with you.
Yet there aren't any.
There's nothing here with which
you can harm yourself
or arm yourself.
My once upon a maybe
still haunts you
but only because
you let him.
Oh, how I know
the ease with which
it is believed
that hope alone
can make a ghost
tangible
but your obsession
cannot make it so.
And I'm sorry
for the hurt you've been caused.
I've suffered it too.
But I've suffered long enough.