rustling leaves whisper love poems
into the listening ears of lonely poets
no one knows what has become of the
truth anymore
its lost with the real lies of fake people
hearts break more often than love is found
young funerals are more common than real love
heart-ship and hard-ship
wrestle in common puddles throughout winter
lights flicker out as a parents yell at their teenager/s
for simple things that they once knew how to do
a teenager fights back, forever scared of them and what might happen
families tear apart like shredded documents of marriage certificates
two young lovers fumble with clothing in the dark
trying to find some bliss in the world
where every happy memory is ripped from them
a child screams when they realize they've lost their mother
in a once bright, now terrifying supermarket
flowers blossom only to wilt again
i don't know what this is, it wasn't meant to be this sad, free writing completely, i had no plan for how this was meant to turn out.