We live in cities you'll never see on screen.
I
want to go on an ice skating
date with you.
I want to hold hands with you
and spin in circles,
like how it happens in the movies.
I want to laugh with you at the faces we make each time
one of us falls or trips.
I want to use it as an excuse to stay close to you for
warmth.
I want to get hot chocolate with you and giggle at
how we have chocolate mustaches.
I really want
to.
“Go kill yourself.”
You never tell anyone
that.
Never, ever,
ever,
especially if that person did nothing to you.
What if he or she does kill themselves?
What if that was the last thought they had in their mind,
an anonymous telling them to kill themselves,
before they pulled that trigger,
jumped with the noose around their throat,
or swallowed the entire bottle of
pills...