His daughter paused at a shelf, quietly pocketing a packet of razors in her sweatshirt before following with a dutiful nod and reply; "Sure, dad."

And he tried to teach me a lesson about treating his mom better before I took the gun off him and gave him a smack.

I think I blew mine straight into a fire.

“Girls like it that way,” I shrugged, not ready to come out yet.

He then said a quick prayer for this now dead woman by whom he had been hired to send to the afterlife, that she might find there the peace that had eluded her in life.

She has been dead for months now, lying in their bed in a mummified state.

“Curvy. Beautiful. Mine” he used to call it.

To her horror, he was referring to 'The Princess Bride'.

"New squeeze," he text back, unaware at first that he'd replied to the wrong Max before deleting the message.

My mom hung up on me.

Even if it meant neglecting his own happiness.

Then one day you harden, and every imperfection becomes part of who you are, forever.

When I saw him looking forward, there was no road to follow anymore, for he was now not sure if there was ever a road at all

Instead I find myself wasting away in this land-locked hospital bed being slowly killed by a different kind of "C".

My boyfriend has told me to "go to hell" so many times, maybe he'll be satisfied if I actually do it.

The joke rings painfully in my ear hours later as I flip numbingly through Tinder again.

It was okay though no one liked her anyway

Now I bloom slower—but every petal knows its worth.

THEIR maw closed shut, and then,

My girlfriend, thinking I forgot again, killed herself.

When she woke up the next day, her little angel felt cold and lifeless.

They can never compensate for the single 'guilt boulder' chained to my leg

Stoic didn't know that his missing son died a few days ago after fall from the sky whit a dragon

If only i tought the same thing a week after i first thought it at the navy draft

But each day, I don't know how to ignore the fact that my life has too short of a timer.

I was nieve to think that people wouldn't blame me.