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.  


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