i have seen horror.
raging wars over my head
that i would rise above.
(i still do.)i trusted no one
and yet i have never been
as fragile
as i became
when i let you see me.they tell me i survived.
little do they know
i died the day
you tightly clutched
that gun,
pointing it at me
with thunder
in your eyes.now we’re all bitter laughs
and snide remarksbut when you smile
i still smile back.
(here u go. have some 3×19 related nygmobblepot poetry.)