All out of Love.

There’s this girl,

that I always adored.

Her hair is beautiful,

and she has an immaculate form.

She always goes to the same coffee shop,

at ten-to-six,

and half-past four.

And oh, I do so very much wish.

For a day, just one.

I could follow her,

out of the shop,

down the street.

I just wish

that I could see what she thinks of me.

Alas, she probably not a thought

for the man who only seems to exist

solely to give her a flat white.

But it is this day,

a most peculiar event occurred.

After a depressed and drunken stupor,

I awake to the sight of...

nothing?

I lay in my bed,

Yet I cannot see myself.

Wait...

Yes.

This is what I need.

I can see her.

But she’ll never see me.

Call my boss,

and tell them I’m sick.

And, at exactly ten-to-six.

There she is...

she doesn’t see me.

Not behind the counter

or behind her.

She...

Doesn’t notice my disappearance.

She patiently collects her drink.

and walk down the road.

Just like every other day...

except that I’ll follow her.

I’ll see what she wants in a man,

I’ll change myself in whatever image she wants to see.

Turns out she’s a graphic designer.

Crestfallen,

despairing,

I watch her work.

So beautiful...

She deserves more...

She deserves me.

As I watch her perfect hands create immaculate images,

The man in the office to my right gives her a look.

No...

It can’t be.

Competition.

As the clock strikes four the office empties.

The chattering dies.

But it seems that my love is still working.

Brushing her laptop with a stylus, in masterful strokes.

I’m so enthralled that I nearly miss the man walking towards me.

He looks perfect,

It must be some deception.

I’d have no chance of winning her against him.

He traverses the office and stands behind her.

He leans down.

She turns her head.

They kiss.

I can’t watch it.

My love, that is supposed to be me.

He is stealing her heart.

It

Belongs

to

ME.

As I look pointedly at the desk I’m leaning on I can hear their advances.

The sounds of love,

and of pleasure.

I must leave.

I shouldn’t be here.

This is perverse.

However...

Maybe I’m perverse.

I turn my head to view them,

She’s topless,

Even more beautiful than I could imagine.

So perfect,

those should be mine...

He should not have her.

She is mine,

MINE alone.

The desk of which I support myself with,

Has a Stanley knife in the pen holder.

My vexation,

the sounds of her with...

that man.

Fury,

rage.

He’ll feel my wrath.

Without thinking my hand in one swoop

takes the small knife,

as I rush forward.

I must protect her.

So it is all out of love,

that I drive the blade into the neck of the beast,

the warm blood sprays out.

It splatters on my face.

She views my bloody silhouette.

Too stunned to scream

as the sputtering,

shrieking,

writhing thing besides me begins to fade away.

All out of love,

I must be with her,

to protect her.

Forever.

So it is out of love,

my blade passes through her neck.

It’s justified, right?

I did this for her.

Her blood pours down.

It doesn’t stop.

She stares at me.

The bloody monster I am.

But I’m her monster.

I must complete my mission.

If I am to protect her forevermore

I must sacrifice myself to be with her.

As the life drains from her eyes.

She slumps.

My knees buckle.

I kneel.

My hand which possesses my blade,

swiftly travels into my throat.

Pain...

What have I done?

This is what she felt?

It is these thoughts which replay in my head like a broken tape...

I feel faint,

I can’t breathe.

All out of love,

My vision goes dark.

All for her. To protect her. To be with... Her.

My sacrifice for her...

All

out

of

Love.