Same Old

I am tired.

Of wishing on fallen eyelashes

Of knocking on wood

Of staring at the clock til 11:11

Of crossing my fingers, and

Of thinking that the stroke of a pen

Equates to that of a miracle.

I am tired

Of hoping and waiting for

Something that might

Not be anything at all.

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