She is bedroom eyes and long legs, she is the biggest distraction staring at me from the passenger seat. There is rain and there are eyes on mine as my hand travels toward her. Crosses the space between us to her knee, her thigh, brushing the edge of her black skirt. And there are eyes. And there is rain. She is biting her lip. And I can’t focus on anything except how badly I want my teeth to be the ones on her mouth. And there are eyes on hers instead of the road. And there is rain. And my hand traveling up her leg as the car travels into the other lane. And I can’t stare at anything except her eyes and their yellow-green, as bright as the headlights coming toward us in the dark. We start to spin as a smile creeps on her face. And there are eyes, wide. And there is rain.

Long lasting love

Sounds lyrical.

Magical.

Ethereal.

If I had it, it would be wonderful.

It sounds like a miracle.

Okay

You dying on the floor

begging for help

begging for me to come

little did you know

I never loved you

only for money

only for popularity

only for fame

now with you dead

I get everything

so continue to die

no help for you

It happened in the library 

Once 

The words started talking 

To me suddenly 

Scary it was for the first time 

"Depression" was crying badly 

"Anger" even tried to beat me up 

"Anxiety" wanted something from me 

"Happiness" hugged me tight 

"Sadness" made me cried 

"Hope" tapped my shoulders 

"Love" gave me a flight 

"God" made me contentment 

"Peace" and "I" smiled.

It happened in the library 

Once

Now "I" am a "word" too

All words are "mine."