To she whom I was a friend for, whom I was always there for;

To she whom I wrote sweet letters for, each five pages long,

To she whom I embraced, whom I kissed, I dreamed of;

To she for whose sake I knew, I had to be strong.

To she whom I called Darling, Lover, Dear,

To she whom I wrote poems for, sang songs for, painted for;

To she whom I had a picnic with, under a beautiful full moon.

To she whom I bought a ring for, whom I proposed to,

To she whom I wanted to see beside me, each sunrise - new;

To she whom I cherished, with all my heart...

Till the day I ripped you apart -

To she whom I choked the life from,

To she whom I tore limb from limb,

To she whom I stabbed till you were never recognizable again,

To she whom I buried, under a beautiful full moon;




You never really loved me - anyway...

Did you?

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