It's been too long since I wrote an actual poem.
Phrases, lyrics, verses, whatever they're called, they just don't
come to me like they use to anymore.
Burdens, mistakes, curses, whatever my excuse is,
I inevitably give them to everyone I know.
But I never let my heartbeat show.
Warlocks and witches circle around my bed,
planting poison apples in my head.
They've been with me for forever, and I couldn't tell you why.
All I know is,
it feels like their curses will follow me till the day I die.