blood - flesh - tears - pus

beg for my mercy

beg for forgiveness

i will slowly run my blade across your skin

slowly peel the nails off your fingertips

bleed - cry - scream

beg for for me to end it

beg for me to stop

as i rip the hair off your scalp

as i gut you inside out

i want to **** you

but slowly

make you feel every little bit of pain as you scream

scream my name

as i **** you

in this dark room

filled with pieces of you

when a door closes, another reveals itself

doors close when you fail to satisfy the requirements to help it stay open

you did not study hard enough

you did not try hard enough

you did not work hard enough

but what happens when a door closes itself when you did

they say drowning is the worst way to die

you hold your breath as long as you can

but your lungs give out as you gasp for air

but you know it's a lie

water begins to fill your lungs

you're choking and your mind screams for help

but nobody comes

in the dark abyss of the ocean

to say that i dont know where to begin would be an understatement

so i will just write what comes to mind

to let the words flow through me

and let it bleed through the tip of my pen

how much would i love it

without you by my side

i could go anywhere at any time

but without you there i would feel lost

wherever you are

thats where i will be happiest

even in the scorching deserts of Egypt

and the darkest vacuum of space

wherever you are

thats where i would be happiest

there are but 2 reasons to be an educator;

one is to teach them about your successes,

to tell them how much you have conquered through perseverance and hardwork

about how you climbed the tallest of mountains and explored the deepest of waters

the other is to teach them about your failures,

about how you were beat down and how you lost everything

about how you were pushed into the dirt

that sometimes gritting your teeth and putting your all amounts to nothing

but you stand tall, in a room full of unlimited potential

helping along thirty unique personalities in the span of a year

how they can learn from your victories and the times you were forced to concede

so that one day, they may strive to be greater men

how confident are you that you would live to see tomorrow?

because every single moment following this day promised

so treasure the gift of the present

for you may not wake to see beyond the barrow

people say, ”you can’t love someone before you love yourself”

and i feel like that advice comes from a very broken place

perhaps those who give this advice would either not have gone through trauma

or not have fully healed from it

not all of us are strong enough to have loved ourselves first

we might not have found our own worth

but maybe in loving and being loved back

would help us realise the value within

the values that those who love us see that we have yet to ourselves

my heart is your mirror

for when you shift your gaze upon it

all you would see is yourself

read a note that was written to me

of someone whom i hold close

yet now they feel distant

their words felt desperate as if grasping for help

yet their words were of encouragement

hoping the best for me

i remember them feeling alone

feeling like i was all they had

they wanted to be saved

they knew i couldn’t

so all i could do was write a note for future me

you did your best; but it wasn’t enough

but it was your best

you put your all

every ounce of effort

even if it was not perfect

it’s as perfect as you can put out

they say trust is important in a relationship

they say communication is too

you tell me all that bothers you

and we talk all night through

you said you loved me

and i told you that i loved you too

so why is it

that i was not the one chosen by you

absence makes the heart grow fonder

my absence made your heart choose another

you told me that you're sorry

you told me you don't mean to hurt me

i love you and you tell me that you do too

our conversations stretch to the wee hours of the night

hours of rest i cannot get back

but all i see

is them on the latest posts on your instagram

this always happens

the same vicious cycle

over and over

im stuck at work; working to be better

i always think everything would be alright

since, i thought, we always talked every night

then it happens, they ask you out

they ask you if you're free to be up and about

you tell them yes, lets meet

word for word

without missing a beat

as i sit here at work waiting for your text to bring me peace

i see them with you on social media

a fire raises

my blood boils

my tongue to be a knife

sharp, deadly, lethal, unforgiving

i get ready to burn everything to the ground

to cut everything into pieces

i hate them with the very same passion as i love you

and i love you with every cell in my being

"you should have picked me," i thought

i would have been there soon

then suddenly i realize

that i didn't want to hurt you

you are my love, my heart

i could not bear to see you hurt

so i take it all back

the flames, doused

the knife, put away

i want you to be happy

if i behave then you could be

then maybe, in the end

once you have seen what i have done

my effort would be recognized

then maybe you would choose for me to be with you

just me

not them