I hate you.

I never wanna see your clever face again,

I loathe you,

I wanna bathe in your words, letting the venom seep in my mere bones.

I want your scent to linger in my brain, and be the last thing I smell.

I desire your blood smeared over my hands, the strange surge of satisfaction.

I’m the one who got to kill you.

But I loathe you, and hate with a passion,

therefore I have no clue why I do...

I tap my pencil against my desk,

my eyes dart around the small isolated space,

all i felt was emptiness.

The delicate cap tapped like a finger,

as I threw it at the wall, and it fall.

The door opened to show a mysterious man,

he looked poor like me,

and he felt like he wasn’t seen,

atleast that’s what I feel.

His eyes light up,

my stomach fluttered,

he muttered,

I smiled,

warmth erupted from...

My stance stay as planted into the soil,

as I gaze at the explosion,

I feel exposed.

They won’t stop looking back,

the purple shards coated the grass,

burning it to brass,

Stop looking,

Please.

The cloak ruffles in the cruel winds,

the winds sneer and peer at me.

Stop.

Looking....

My partner separates from me,

I saw the tears fill their eyes,

I felt immense guilt,

I clench the quilt they returned,

my thoughts burned,

with concern.

I knew they felt the same way.

In the end,

we only regret the chances didn’t take....