Poems of Love & War

i once heard of a rose
who tip toed around morose
she fell under the spell
and went straight to hell
for the spell that saved her went
and so her heart bent
and down the window she goes
and her heart all but froze
but in the pits of despair
she wandered upon a rope of hair
that pulled her up to the sky
saying "you'll never have to say goodbye"
and so she swore off all those spells
and this story she all but tells
for one person would not relent
so down the hole and went
and even love couldn't save the rose
so she killed herself-i suppose
so the moral of the story is

true love doesn't exist

the one-eyed man looks out the window, forlorn.
he has but one love, one drive, and it's gone.
and so tears cascade, like a melody in his head.
and for the first time, he did not want to help others anymore.
he had nothing to say.
it would be impossible, indeed.
the footsteps echoed those of his heartbeat.
and he shut off his only connection with the world.

Hey guess WHAT

hey guess what

my mom and i fight all the time

i have panic attacks every day

I’m not sure that my mom and dad accept who i am

mudblood stings

but i only let you see the last one. and not even the full thing. i’m sorry that we can’t all be unfeeling shells.

devoid of pity

devoid of dramatics

And you’re not the only saint

do i talk about my dead aunt?

how my dad went to the hospital and i thought that i’d never see him again?

no.

so i may not be a saint. but guess what. being a saint is overrated.

we all have our ant hills. but yours isn’t the only mountain.