It's silly

But

I like the way

My name

Slips off of your tongue

So eloquently

You make it sound

Like a symphony

     In life, everything is a matter of perspective. To the fly, a spider is a murderer, from its clinking pincers to its web-weaving silk. But to the spider, killing the fly is a matter of survival. 

     And in a matter of life or death, people do crazy things. 

     To be honest, the day started off like any other. There was no sinister plan I devised, nor any prior hatred that lead up to the death of Walter Reeves, contrary to popular belief. People like to believe those that have the power to kill aren't human. They like to think that under similar circumstances, that they would choose differently, that they would choose better because they aren't "soulless creatures".  However, underneath it all, we're all just flesh and bone. Some of us are just more accepting of the truth than others.

     You see, like all good "villains" I have a semi-tragic backstory. Got bullied a lot during school, didn't live in a great area, got threatened at knife and gunpoint multiple times. And beginning of sophomore year, I moved to a nice area. I was finally starting to get my act together. Hanging around better people, getting better grades, having a better life for the most part.

     ... I'm boring you, I can tell. You know, for being a person who's reprimanding me for killing someone, you sure do want to know the violence of it all. So much for trying to get some sympathy.

     Alright. Anyway, so we had this partner project, and I got paired with the infamous Walter Reeves, our high school quarterback. When I got to his house to work on the project, he started making a move on me. I mean, hey, I'm pretty good looking, so who could blame him? When I said stop, he said okay, but I saw him reach for something in his pocket. I thought it was a knife or a gun. And in that instant I saw in him the epitome of everyone that's wronged me. All the guys who think they can treat me like trash and not give it a second thought. All the violence that's surrounded me since I was a child. All the people who picked on me because they thought I was a tiny little girl who wouldn't stand up for herself. Enough was enough.

     I acted without thinking, almost like I was having an out-of-body experience. I punched him twice before he could react, rendering him unconscious. I didn't check to see whether or not he was dead, though in hindsight, his nose did look quite a bit shorter and maybe he wasn't breathing, I don't know. So I checked his pocket and it turned out to be his phone. He unlocked it before I, you know, punched him. It was open to one of his jock buddies. Apparently they made some sort of bet if he could get with me or not.

     I sent a very... strongly worded text to his friend, to say the least, then threw his phone, probably breaking it.

     Then I put Walt into a chair - hey don't give me that skeptical look, I'm stronger than I seem - and tied him up. By then I kind of noticed, he wasn't looking very... lively. I dialed 911 and left, continuing on with my day.

     And you know what? I may be trapped in jail for the rest of my life, but for the first time, I actually feel free. Free of my old life, my old self, my old everything.

     So maybe I am insane like they all say, but I did what I had to do. It's just a matter of perspective.

     Is that what you wanted to hear, detective?

The lone wolf howls

Each night

At its lover,

The moon.

Praying for just

One moment

With her.

It's too bad you

Never had that kind of

Commitment.

You never meant for it to be this way. Eyes darting across the class, desperately trying to avoid eye contact, yet hoping to be seen. Your eyes meet his deep, chocolatey brown ones, then flit away. An endless game of tag.

No, you never meant for it to be this way. Because you weren't that kind of girl. The kind of girl that got butterflies, and a goofy smile at the sound of his name. You were the girl who played love like a game of chess. Strategic, calculated. You were a queen. Invaluable.

The idea that he could change it all... Well maybe that meant that you finally found your king.

Falling

You caught me before

I realized I was falling

My heart beats faster

Being

What a warm comfort

How perfectly imperfect

Two arms become home

Leaving

I need to know why

You found it easy to leave

Lonely heart once more -

Dear Diary,

Today started out like any other normal day. Wake up at 5 am. Eat half-burnt toast. Get dressed and head out the door for work. But then when I was in the hall, George (you know, the janitor) was walking a little funny. Like kind of that typical zombie walk, shuffling from side to side and all. And at first I'm all like, whatever, maybe he's going through a rough time or something. But then he turned around and his nose fell off. Literally right off his face. Now I high-tailed it out of the office building, not bothering to consider the amount of worker's comp I could get if my brains got eaten by a zombie until it was too late to turn back.

She was a storm of sorts

A tornado really

Destroying everything she touched

Never on purpose

It was just in her nature

He came along

Out of the blue

Swept up into her wind

Into this beautiful chaos

And sure there's other girls

Ones with no fierce winds

To scare away the fearful

But he'd rather be trapped

In the eye of her storm

Because without it

He would never be blessed

With the beauty of her light

Ribcages

Can't save hearts

From being broken

The words left unspoken

Hurt it either way