A mirage of images flashed through my eyes
To her terrified face and painful struggles
The blood soaked floor
Me crouching on my knees as her head was in my lap
I felt my heart numb at her vacant eyes
Her beautiful vacant eyes with dried tears
The blood on my hands smeared on her face as
I gently ran my finger tips across her lips
Her pale mouth with a dark bruise on her lower lip
I knew what I had done was wrong
But a love with lies is not one I want
To feel her cold self rest on me
I felt some what a sense of relief
That she was not cheating on me anymore
And as I held her in my arms
I would be the last man to touch her body
I trailed down her body as her scars became visible
Scars from times I couldn't control my anger
But they were all from love
It was nothing bad
Though was it
What I did could be justified
Or could it
Am I a madman or just a poet
I know it was wrong but the guilt didn't come
No remorse or even anger
Relief flooded my system
It's wrong but I can't stop it
I can't stop myself from feelings what I am
That I murdered my love in a cold maddened rush
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Hopeless Poet
PoetryI write about the world. Her, him, the places of meaning, aggression, compassion, or human nature. TRIGGER WARNING !! some poems talk about s*elf harm and su*cide. Please do not read if you are sensitive to such topics. I will try to put a trigger...
