My white shirt

was stained red.

Your consistent

ex,

would not return to bed.

My love is

untainted.

When you saw me,

you fainted.

You called me

the devil,

at the starting level.

You said you hated him!

You hated your ex, Tim!

You wished him dead,

and now I bring his head.

You said you’d always love me,

even if I couldn’t see.

Even if I killed someone for you?

Even if my face was red not blue?

Or would you always hate me, too?

Even if I killed someone for you.