This morning I killed you.
I woke up.
You were going to marry him.
I thought of what you told me.
You told me everyone deserves a love.
You were probably thinking about other girls.
But no, I was talking about you.
You never noticed it.
I gave you bunch of roses.
I gave you a box of chocolate.
But all you thought was "cute".
I walked up to you.
You were making egg and bacon as usual, huming our theme song.
You put a box of cereal since I was late.
I kissed you.
I hugged you.
I told you that I loved you.
You rejected it.
You slammed me across my face.
Your eyes were filled with surprize, horror and hate.
I suddenly wanted to kill you.
I strangled you to death.
You choked and struggled, tring to get out.
I let go of you and hit you with my chair .
Your screaming was music to my ears.
I stopped hitting when you stopped screaming.
I pulled out your heart.
It was still warm.
I kissed it.
I also pulled out his guts and tied them to hang my self.
Before I jump, I thought of what happened yesterday.
The exactly same thing happned.
I kissed you.
You slammed me across the face.
I killed both of us.
I wondered what will happen tomorrow.
The exact same thing will happen.
I will kiss you.
You will slam me across the face.
I will kill both of us.
The very same thing will keep happening until you say yes.