21/F I am a poet who has not completed any poetry for approximately a year due to personal reasons. As a result, I am lacking confidence in my writing ability so I joined HePo anonymously with the hope that I will grow alongside my poetry! 7 followers / 841 words
a magician never reveals their tricks to the joker is what you’d told you that sunday night last september as you had sloppily crashed into a river and made both of our cold bones shiver. we both knew this was not a typical drive down the road because you had broken the moral code and would soon be toad while i lay with still bones and a frantic call home on a stretcher in the back of an ambulance with hands holding my body together as you asked the police to give you a moment so you could have a breather and a smoke or two because you knew you were through. they asked if you wanted to leave me alone and head down to the police station and you just shrugged like this was not your creation because your court costs were more expensive than the knowledge of my pain and i wished I had caught that last sunday night train instead of drinking with you in the rain and making fog against the window pane. i was told not to move as i waited for the helicopter and you were pushed up against the side of a cop car and cuffed with angry resistant will and the tears spilled down hard and fast from your pretty little face because for once i would not save your ****** *** and get you out of this gory mess that had turned your sunday best into a disgrace and made my bones buckle and cry out for some rest for they had been pressed and strained under the now drowned window pane with blood creating a vivid stain. your head ducked down as you were pushed into the back of the car and you glanced up to see my motionless mangled body watching from afar. how’s that for a date night? you laughed as the tube down my throat made me cough and the police officer gave you a stern look before slamming the door on your smirking face so hard that the car shook like my body did with hollow echoing sobs that made my eyes run like the river that had made both of us shiver as you had claimed that the joker would always deliver even if the magician would not reveal their spells for the joker had his own secret way to ****.
fear has no place in your heart my little lion for you are so brave and strong. i know the blame from others was so wrong and fast but i also do know that you were built to last throughout the storm and you are so loving and warm whilst trying to ignore serpents and sharp scorn. but the serpents and their words should really not be heard for they are ants compared to the elephants of ideas in your head and the gentle strength and wisdom you so delicately possess. so my lovely little lion with a heart of gold and a wonderful tale to be told some day... stand up and be bold enough to blow the sour serpents away with a new roar they haven’t heard before! you are so much more.