He hated her.
He hated how when she smiled his heart leaped.
He hated how she smirked,
And he smirked right back.
He hated how he always wanted to reach out,
And see if her hair was a really as soft as it looked.
He hated how she fussed over him,
and how it made him feel special.
He hated how when she caught him staring at her,
She would smile and he would just look away,
Knowing that if he looked back he would see hurt in her eyes.
She loved him,
He knew she was growing on him.
He was just afraid,
Afraid to love again.
When he realized Mrs. Lovett had lied,
He thought he was mad.
But he knew Lucy was dead the moment she used the arsenic,
Mrs. Lovett was right, it would have killed him to see her like that.
But he couldn't allow himself to love.
He knew she trusted him,
So he took advantage of that.
As he pushed her into the fire,
She saw a tear roll down his face.
"I loved you!" She called.
"And I you"
