I Murdered Him
The knife was still in his heart. He was dead
I Murdered Him
The whispers of true love
fell from your lips,
I couldn’t believe it,
my darling husband.
My heart thumped,
those words ached.
Then, your voice spoke
of another
A woman unknown.
Enraged, my mind blanked.
When reality returned,
you were on the floor,
a knife in your heart.
I crouched, in shock,
blood on my hands.
I think I passed out.
The next moment,
you shook me awake.
“Come on, darling,”
you said,
“It’s time to get up.”
Reality hit, oh boy
just a dream.
A dream of what I’d do
if you ever cheated.
I think I would kill
not you, but our love.
Betrayal, no way, never.
My fear rules me
a recurring dream
each time,
unbalanced by the thought
of losing you.
If you only knew my mind,
my sweet darling,
you would hate me, I think?
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Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (3)
Got me in first bit. Nicely done
Great thoughts of your love, jealousi can be burning! Better to think than to do. Well composed!
This is one way to think things through first. Good job.