“Julie was truly something else.”
I thought to myself as I watched her dying.
I’ll miss her warmth against my chest,
Believe me, I will. I’m not lying.
I had my reasons, you see.
There’s always a trigger to my madness.
She said we were never meant to be,
And I couldn’t bear the thought of her with someone else.
I snapped.
Her splattered blood painted a perfect picture,
That only a killer’s eye could see.
The blank canvas was my kitchen floor,
And the masterful Artist was me.
Sep 17, 2019
Sep 17, 2019 at 10:18 AM UTC
“Julie was truly something else.”
I thought to myself as I watched her dying.
I’ll miss her warmth against my chest,
Believe me, I will. I’m not lying.
I had my reasons, you see.
There’s always a trigger to my madness.
She said we were never meant to be,
And I couldn’t bear the thought of her with someone else.
I snapped.
Her splattered blood painted a perfect picture,
That only a killer’s eye could see.
The blank canvas was my kitchen floor,
And the masterful Artist was me.
Unrequited love hurts.
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