Hopeless Romantics

ineffable sorrow 
in the grey skies 
staring at love letters 
stained with cherry wine

on the window sill 
lies the white rose 
a love not to last
on the floor, her clothes

clandestine tears
of a hopeless romantic 
her naive heart
so easily enchanted

she's a liability 
that none can take on 
limerence fades 
the light in his eyes, gone

failed expectations;
for she lives in a dream
holding onto promises
of serendipity

addicted to euphoria
to dilute her pain 
watching tears fall 
down the shower drain 

nothing left now
so another drink she pours
then into a cab
only to be broken once more