Like a light switch

On – Off

On – Off

I will give you the world

I will make you want to kill me 

On – off

On – off

I never want to lose you

I hope I get to watch your painful death

On – Off

On – Off

I will give up everything for you

You are nothing, to me and to this world

Off – on 

Off – on

Why would you make me feel this way?

I love you too much to hate you.

Off – on

Off – on

I wish you never existed

I wish I had met you sooner

Off – on

Off – on

You are nothing to me

You are my all

Enjoy

It’s the holiday season, a very special time of year for me. I remember my mother would always make a special meal for my father whenever their relationship got rocky. The meal would always snap him back in place and make him more in love with her.

She never gave me the recipe, but I remember a few key ingredients.

Parsley for better communication.

Paprika to heat up their relationship.

Celery to improve health.

Carrots for sweetness.

And a piece of meat for stability.

I always thought the store bought food wasn’t good enough for you, so I found alternatives like gardening and harvesting my fruits and vegetables. But you can’t garden or harvest meat.

As I pour a nice, big bowl of stew, you stay glued to your phone. A frown washes over across your face as you tell me about how your co-worker didn’t show up to work the past couple of days and how the entire office is worried about her. I placed the bowl in front of you as you continues to tell me the details.

“Enjoy.” Mindlessly, he dives his spoon into the stew and shovel it into his mouth. I observe as he chews and processes his food, slowly becoming more and more confused.

He puts down his phone and spoon and reaches into his mouth to pull out a human toe bone. As he analyzes the bone, he turns to me slowly and says, “how did you know?” With a smirk on my face, I shrug my shoulders and say,

“I just have good intuition, honey.”

Jealousy

I saw the photo of you with her

You are falling out of my trap

And you know we can’t have that

Please don’t leave me now

My best knife is under my pillow

My sexiest lingerie is tightly fitted to my hourglass frame

I await for your arrival

Please don’t leave me now

You just entered our home, my home

You couldn’t wait to get me to the bed

The pieces are falling into place

Please don’t leave me now

You enter me, slow and gentle

The knife enters you, fast and cruel

You try to fight, but I always win

Please don’t leave me now

You are in my trunk now

The photo pinned to your chest

now, there’s no need for you to leave me

Death has arrived

It was around noon

I never knew it

Then I heard his familar tone

I thought he would quit

I didn’t try to run away

He had me in his trap

I guess it was my day

He is my death cap

The knife is on my neck

He was my beloved

Tearing into my turleneck

This is the pain I’ve always loved

Death never scared me

It is all I ever wanted

You never expect it

People die everyday, nearly two people die every second.

It’s sad, but it’s true.

But you never expect it to be someone who you’ve seen around before.

Someone you walk by in the hallway but you never say anything to.

Someone whose name you only know.

Someone who sits in your class but never talk to.

Someone who you only talk to rarely.

Someone who you’re close with.

Someone who you used to be close with.

Someone who helped you through hard times.

Someone who you trust.

Someone who you care about.

Someone who is family to you.

Someone who is like family to you.

Someone who taught you things about yourself.

Someone who helped you get an education.

Someone who generally cared about you even though they didn’t have to.

You never expect it to be them because it only happens to people you don’t know, people who didn’t even know existed.

But when it does, it takes you by surprise. It takes ahold of you and no matter how much you try to hide it, you will be overcome by two creatures named grief and empathy.

M.B.

To me, she was Terpsichore, the goddess of dance and chorus.

Her body followed her mind.

Watching her dance and sway,

She did it without effort or control, like it came naturally to her.

To me, she liked order.

She didn’t like her students being a couple minutes late.

She liked everything done on time and her lines to be straight.

She liked everything to be perfect.

To me, she was kind.

Her smile made me smile.

Hearing her laughter made me happy.

She was a little funny and loved what she did.

She can be over the top, but she was never terrible.

I can still hear her voice echoing throughout my mind.

To me, she was a mother.

She adored her 4 year old son and he adored her.

I remember she continuously told me to put a hat on my nephew during the winter time.

I wish I could’ve thanked her.

She visits her family in Arizona during winter break.

They probably didn’t know it would be her last time visiting them.

To me, She didn’t deserve it

She was found deceased early Thursday morning.

The bullets pierced through her head and shoulder area, killing her in agony.

We may not know the whole story,

But she didn’t deserve it.

She didn’t deserve to never dance again.

She didn’t deserve to never hold her son in her arms again.

She didn’t deserve to never see her son grow up.

She didn’t deserve to never be able to teach students how to dance again.

She didn’t deserve to never be able to enjoy life again.

She died by the hands of the man she cared for, the man she had a child with.

No man or woman should have to die by the hands of their significant other.