They’re all panicking,

Scrambling to their cars and make their calls,

Screeching machines crash and swerve.

Fear is in the air.

The TV’s simultaneously flip to the same channel.

Death is promised but funnily enough, the same words for every news host states,

“Do not panic. Scientists are working hard. Be with your loved ones in this hard time.”

As if we will live, as if there is an af...

If death had taken place, just as quickly as you did in my heart, although, I hope not as brutally,

My heart would stop.

I would freeze,

My sobs turning animalistic,

Any attempt of hiding shattering like the heart you held.

MY heart you held.

My HEART you held.

My heart YOU held.

My heart you HELD.

In all emphasis of every word and possible meaning in that sentence.

Out of place, ...

You’re young, I get it.

You’re welcoming, I don’t.

You open up your arms,

Everyone cozying into your soul and skin,

Leaving a mark as dark as their intentions.

It’s a risk,

It’s a chance,

But it’s a choice.

So open up more,

Eventually those legs will too.

Your heart stepped on and stepped on,

But who cares?

You decided to.

My question is,

When you still have those arms o...

Wear that dress.

That dress with those little strawberries.

Red like your blush.

Red like your blood.

So warm, so warm.

Sunkissed like the strawberry fields we know so well.

Your skin is cool, your flesh hard.

Not as hard as it is to fuck you.

It’s cold, metallic pitter patters as I remember that change and change you wanted.

Why?

Why must I have to feel this body of yours that...

Don’t invite me to your wedding.

Don’t invite me to your barbecue.

Don’t invite me to any fucking place or event.

You may not say you’ll talk to me later.

You may not say you’ll see me next weekend.

You may not fucking anything.

Death calls,

And you better not.

I don’t want to hear any sympathies,

Any apologies,

Any confessions,

Anything that comes from anyone.

No one knows b...

Where are you?

Return and return I beg.

It truly has been a while.

A while since I confessed my desperation.

When I promised that I’d plant a thousand kisses on that hand of yours,

I meant it.

With purity,

With darkness,

Just like your poems.

Truly, truly, truly, overwhelmingly,

I do not care who you are.

I do not care, I do not care, I care until my hands tremble and freez...

Sickly desire,

Dangerous screaming,

Unwarranted adaption,

Aching lust.

All for consumption.

Is this the sin of gluttony?

Or simply a consequence of my succumbing desire for ecstacy.

One fine powder,

Quiet different from the powder you patted on your flawless face.

One gram,

And then another,

Impressively strong

And addicting.

But I shall succumb no more,

I won’t give in....

Suicide is the word.

It is the haven.

It is heaven.

I don’t wish to see an afterlife.

I wish to see the past.

But looking down at the void, I know I can’t avoid.

It is home and comfort.

Unlike all my despair, depression, fear, anxiety, and every other decaying and aging feeling.

This world burning and burning,

Insects and animals dying and dying,

Rotting,

Burning,

Dying,

...

He glances at her, he feels his throat close.

He stares and stares at her features even as he feels the bile rise.

Rise up and up just like her gaze until it pounces on him, his own eyes taken aback by the attention of hers.

She is reeling, her heart pounding yet slowing as she takes in his attention, feeling sick.

“…Hey.”

Her eyes slightly widen before she catches herself.

“Um..hi.”

T...

I don’t want it.

To be a weed,

To be a leech,

To be utter vermin in a field of beauty.

A field of flawless mistakes.

A field of Aphrodiate’s favorites.

I want to be the wildflowers kissing the breeze,

Or the soft blades of grass embracing all,

Or at the very least the wind.

I want to be unknown and known, beautiful.

I do not care for beauty.

I want to not care for beauty,

An...