painted pastel pretty pasty kisses 

porcelain angel tinted skin 

her hair like an ocean 

her eyes like the waves 

sea foamed rippled smile 

soft rose petals  

wine glassed bottle 

her heart is like a lion

she is a dangerous concoction 

her kisses are intoxicating 

when she speaks it sounds like poetry 

are love is so deep 

that it runs through my veins and gives me life 

her emotions are passionate and felt by those 

who fall in love with her words 

her presence is simply enchanting 

her laugh is felt through your ribs 

I loved her the most 

I loved 

the way she reminded me of Me 

I took the gun 

and pointed it at the Mirror 

and killed her 

you don´t understand I loved her that's why I had to kill her 

I loved her so much 

I agreed to kill what was killing her 

herself 

I let  the venom seep into her veins 

and destroy ever last bit of her 

I watch her gasp for air 

I heard her last 

words I ´ll  see you in paradise my love 

why couldn't you hold on longer 

Why 

why 

WHY

why 

why 

why 

       why

why 

why 

All I have is a headstone 

to leave with our parents 

and our love is inscribed in the stars 

forbidden 

and hidden from familiar eyes

I loved and lost 

my soul 

so  I inject my soul with the venom 

and tilt my head 

back 

and fall

harder into 

the 

ground 

where  

I belong 

entangled in the grasp 

death 

under

the depressed 

dandelions 

weeded out 

my childish play 

dainty eyed fools 

gloves 

hands 

employed 

by the 

reaper 

I 

try 

seal 

your  

soul 

in 

my heart 

but 

my heart 

died 

when 

you 

died 

so the only logic 

is 

point 

gun 

at 

me 

and ................

let´s

just 

meet

in 

paradise 

I knew she was cheating on me from day one. But I kept quiet. I didn’t react because I wanted her to confess to me from her own filthy mouth. So, I kept a watch over her every move.

From the time, she returned home late with an amazing believable lie to the secret text messages between her and her lover. I knew she wasn’t mine the night I touched her skin. It smelled of betrayal and perfume and sweaty satisfied sex. Despite the rage, I still wanted her, still craved for her.

 Her infidelity triggered me to ravage her body like a beast. I spanked her, made her kneel and beg me to pleasure her. I pushed her body to the highest limit of sweet pain that she could nearly bear.  Though she moaned my name when I entered her, I still felt she was thinking of him. Shocked but well sated, she fell asleep while I laid wide awake, both disgusted at my pervasive hunger as well as determined to make my wife pay for her deeds. I will kill her, I said to myself. Slowly and carefully with equal doses of kindness and pleasure. The days went by and I was the best husband as I ever could be.

That morning she came to our room, head hung in shame and hands clasped in fear. She told me what I had wanted to hear . She lifted her eyes to see me approach her with a knife behind my back.

"You don't understand, I loved her that's why I had to kill her" is what I still say each time I explain what happened that day to any curious friend. My eyes wander around my wife's bare back.

My name engraved all over her once smooth skin.