tears falling through the pain. rain falling down the pane.
and the house of cards collapse from a slight breeze.
in the middle of the wispy green was a canvas.
there’s no one to hear you.
what once was is no more.
Magic is not all sparks and happiness.
her raven hair was torn away, splattered red.
it doesn’t stop hurting just because you’re older.
hate is a parasite within each of us.
frustration – a shade less red.