Poems & Such (smut/fluff)

H I L L

as I walk that hill
I am reminded by the blades of grass brushing my bare ankles
and petals of wild flowers who brighten at my touch
that I am cracked
perhaps mad
but I can still love
words I didn't say may continue to plague me
but I know who I am
so as I walk that hill
I will break their ivy vines paralyzing me
and remind myself, willingly
that I am a being
imperfectly perfect
who breaths
and cries
all the same
but is still not incapable of a laugh