i am torn
between wanting
to die
today
and wanting
to live
forever.

i know
that you know
that i loved you
when you tolerated me
and now
i will never
be able
to face you
and now
when i am forced
to see you
my mouth fills
with an acrid taste
and now
instead of smiling
my lips curl down
in the corners
when you meet
my eyes
with yours
but
my heart still
flutters with nerves
and i know
yes, i know
that you
are no good
for me.

the worst day
of my life
is not
my last.

if you ever decide
to pick up your razor
and hold it against your
beautiful skin
i want you to stop
if only for a second
and remember

that just millimeters
from the cold metal
there is stardust
flowing through your veins

that every breath you breathe
is precious oxygen
the very same that fills the lungs
of every stunning creature
you have ever seen
human or otherwise

that there is someone
somewhere
who would greatly benefit
from just one encounter
with you

that you
are entirely unique
and irreplaceable
and capable
of more than you could ever imagine.
you just need to be here.

*give yourself a chance.