Is it a crime to love
If the only one who's hurt is you?
If you ****** no one's feelings but your own?
If you hide it within yourself until you fall apart?
Suicide isn't a crime,
So neither is love.

It is not ******
If you **** something not there.
Do I look happy?

The blood dripping from my heart
A pool on the ground
It makes a tasty main course
Watch you lick it up
Like a cat with milk
Sweet red drops
Help!

It hit me hard,
Your words.
You thought that they would flutter away,
You thought they would dissipate into the warm summer air.
Your words.
Instead of ignoring them,
Like I should've been able to do,
I turned them over and over in my head.
Repeating them until the only thing in my mind
was a cacophony of sound.
Your words.
My own mind was now telling me that I was worthless,
How could it betray me?
Your words.
They ruined my train of thought.
Train... they hit me like a train.
Your words.

I pop them in like candy,
One after the other.
I can’t stop,
They’re so sweet.
All of my pain fades,
But my tears still fall.
I have to stop,
I know I won’t.
From up here,
The world seems so small.
Static creeping into my vision,
I slowly slip away.

One day I saw a fluffy little mouse
Running around the perimeter of the wooden floor of my house.
It was grey, with little white stripes near its eyes.
Instead of screaming or shrieking in surprise,
I give a warm smile.
The poor rodent just needs a warm place to sleep,
And I enjoy mice anyway.
A few months had passed and I forgot all about
The little mouse that has made a nest in my empty walls.
I had just gotten a cat, a sweet and innocent little kitten.
While I was reading a book,
My cat dropped something at my feet.
It was a mouse.
A grey mouse, with little white stripes near its eyes.
I screamed in horror,
I had saved that mouse once before!
My cat had undone something I felt so proudly about.
I tried to yell at the cat,
But that wouldn’t bring the mouse back to life.
I was going to punish the kitten,
But she doesn’t understand what she did.
Was it her fault, mine, or the mouse’s?

When we were little,
We used to play in the meadow adjacent to the bustling highway,
Always sure to stay far away from the danger that the road held.
As we got older,
We would dare each other to touch the dandelions,
The ones that ran next to the road,
And eventually to tap a foot on the blacktop.
We finally grew up,
And I would hold your hand while staring at the abandoned path.
There was no need to use it anymore,
Except for the occasional traveler.
Suddenly, you stood up,
Your pale, soft skin brushing gently against mine.
I stand up next to you with a curious glance.
You give me a bold and flirtatious smile,
Your long hair trailing behind you
As you run towards the highway.
I grin and follow suit,
Until we’re standing side by side at the edge.
You will take a deep breath
And cross the road in a few long leaps.
I will put my foot on the ground and close my eyes,
Running after you.
But when I open my eyes on the other side,
You will be gone
Because I will remember
Attending your somber funeral
And holding your sobbing mother.