Is It Murder If They Did It First?

Your “love” was poison

Crept into my veins

Your “love” trapped me

Wrists bound by invisible strains


Why couldn’t I notice?

Your “love” was fake

Even if I thought it was true

I should have known it would break


Your “love” nearly choked me

Hands pressing against my throat

All while singing a song

But you never hit the right note


Your “love” is a killer

Lurking in the night

I was your victim

You would hold my heart tight


Just to rip it apart from the seams

You nearly ended my life

Ignored my screams

You didn’t deserve what you had, not even your life


One day I snapped

Gave you a taste of pain

My kitchen knife is in your back

Cleansing your blood from my hands, red water down the drain

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