Trophy

Longing and desire were all I asked for in this relationship. I picked you when we know I could have chosen anyone, asking nothing but a smile in return. The shining rock on your finger and matching ones on your neck and wrists weren't enough, I realized as I watched you dot rouge on your cheeks and pucker your lips for someone else. This someone else who saw you for the last time in my car wearing my clothes, shining like my jewelry. They call it first degree murder though I'd call it defending your title, no matter the cost.