She was my girl. I'd known her for years
We'd grown through the fears and we'd grown through the tears.
For years her beauty made me weak & knees buckled
But my courage grew, and we were recently coupled.
didn't see much of each other, so it wasn't a moment too soon.
Fast Forward a month; we're alone in my room ..
we sat and kissed. clothes on, soft touching
My hands avoided the body my thoughts' clutching
Instead they whispered their intent, outlining her jaw
and I thought to myself, "love isn't blinding at all"
but my timing was off - she sensed an advance
said she was against sex, not against my romance
Soon we resumed kissing, the moment destroyed
As our lips claimed otherwise, I felt alone & annoyed
Not because she refused, but I respected her "cants",
And I never was trying just to 'get in her pants'
It would've been nice but my patience was strong
She didn't have to humiliate me; I'd waited so long
So in my life I found that place I belong..
nobody understood me - it helped my hatred along.
But I could quell my thoughts for fear I'd lose control
Truly, hate is all I had in my useless soul.
And it consumed me, entirely
the treatment I deserved was what wired me...
So that night I stabbed her, and her blood spilled
..in torrents of theatric revenge: our love killed
But I did it while dreaming.