Writing

Sometimes I dream of never meeting you. I dream of the dates I would’ve never experienced, the love thrown in the void.

Would I even know what love is without you? Would I still believe in fate, or true love?

The chemicals

They fill 

Blackening lungs

Cameras out

They capture

loud shots

Man down

Gas thrown 

Child gone

And while

people fall

Home is mom’s Shepard pie and ginger snaps. 

Home is the one scent you can never quite place, it appears out of nowhere to return you to age 6 on the swings yelling ‘higher grandpa, higher’ it yearns to be bottles and relived. 

Clouds fill cities

The evil has spread

Like a virus 

Infiltrating your soul

Corrupting your poor mind

Don’t let them fool you

If I rubbed a magic lamp, if I gained a genie...

What would I wish for?

I would wish for this to stop.

All this violence that never ever ends.

But...

Every wish has consequences.

All I see, her blue eyes.

Why do such bright eyes

Send such a girl into dark?

Why does such a smile

Cause such a girl to spiral?