The Day I killed My Love
The day I killed my love
it snuck up behind me
and tried to strangle my soul.
It snuck up behind me
from many seasons ago
trying to reclaim me.
It tried to strangle me with waves of love
waves of kisses
waves of emotion.
I fought it off of me
all those nights of passion
all that good loving gone bad.
The day I killed my love
I threw it into the corner
and stood to confront it.
Its gilded face looked before me
covered in sweat and tears
its pulchritude starring into me.
Why had I not killed it before
I asked myself
as I drew closer.
I grabbed it by the jaw
and lifted it high off the ground
before smashing its face in.
The day I killed my love
it fell and slid against the wall
before crumbling onto the floor
I bent before it
starring into its eyes
as it wept and bled before me.
Tearing off my inamorata’s face
I could see it for what it was
a cruel haunting soul.
My soul benighted,
I pulled out my pen
and struck home.
into its beauty
into its heart
into its soul
My pen now covered in blood
had done its deed
and avenged my peace
The day I killed my love
I wrote it into this poem
never to be heard from again.
