Starve
To extinction
Anything that feeds
From your peace

I hope one day it’s just a memory and not an activity.

The two women in his life

One had long black hair

One had long red hair

One he kicked out of the car during an argument

The other was the one kicking him out

One he lived with

One he married

One he left behind

One left him behind

The first was named Jasmin, like the flower or the oil. A name found in gardens and hung over arches

The other named Grace, notes of eternity laced her name. The softness of a ballet dancer intertwined in a single syllable

He should’ve stayed with the flower. I believe she loved him more

sometimes i want someone to take the rain
but leave the pain
so I can watch my heart slowly die
like it was always meant to.

but mind you,
this is not a suicide note
because my soul has already died.

What if I told you
I want to die?
That i’m tired of living,
Of being alive?

What if I told you
It gets worse at night?
The thoughts get louder,
And nothing is right?

What if I died?
Would you even cry?
Would you even care?
If I took my own life?