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.