A/N: I don't own anything
Word count: 311
Warning: possessiveness, controlling, kidnapping, murder
You don't love her,
you thought you did,
thought you and she were perfect together,
isn't that what everyone seems to say,
isn't that what you've been brought up to believe?
But you see the way she looks at him,
the way she smiles at him.
You love the thought of her in your arms,
love the thought of her surrendering to your charms.
You don't love her.
You love the her you've created in your mind,
you love the dream you had of her,
the one where she bowed to your every whim.
You love that version of her,
the version you created,
the one that's too perfect to be real.
You don't love her,
you keep denying the truth,
thinking she could live up to,
thinking she could become
the version of her you've placed on that pedestal.
You don't love her,
but he does.
He loves the way she laughs,
loves the way she smiles.
If you loved her, truly loved her,
you'd want her to be happy,
but you can't love her like that,
can't let her go when you
swear you can make her into the image
of what you want her to be.
You can mold her, shape her,
make her see the world through your eyes,
make her see what she's supposed to be,
who she's supposed to be to you.
She'll be the perfect wife,
perfect mother,
perfect everything for you.
You don't love her as she's screaming,
trying to escape,
as she's resisting your touch,
resisting your love.
Shes' not the woman of your dreams,
but a nightmare,
one that no one should have to have.
So as you wash the blood from your
fingers, from your hands,
you know the truth, a truth
that has led you to this moment.
You don't love her, but then again,
no one ever will.