My stepfather is watching a war movie upstairs,
I am mutilating my body to look like I've been in war here,
and it is a verbal war zone downstairs.
I never claim to understand irony,
but what home is this house?
life seemed full of possibility
as a child
i hadnt become too old to miss my hogwarts letter
to be a mermaid
a genie
have superpowers develop
as i grew older
and these possibilities passed
unshed
i realized life isnt an adventure
it is a struggle to do
bcuz im not going to save people
or be revered
remembered
mourned
im going to fight to learn what a tangent is
get good grades
go to college
have a family with 2.5 kids
not run all over the unknown world
save the universe
meet a mystical stranger who unlocks
my full potential
bcuz life isnt a story
we are not characters
we are beings full of a misguided hope
who do thi
i guess when we first met
was the worst day
of my life
i forgot my umbrella and
got soaked walking to work
got yelled at
by my boss
again
walked home
in the rain
cried
almost bought a gun
but i didnt
because that required
talking to people
you held the umbrella over my head
the last few blocks
even though
it was too late
i tripped into a puddle
soaked you too
you hugged me
and we danced in the rain
i miss the rain