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Revenge of the Broken Hearts
I watch her.
Dark hair with blue bleeding into it.
Brown eyes that I once thought were beautiful.
All she does now is make me sick.
Sitting in the open, like always.
Living and pretending like she knows everything.
No more nice girl.
I'm done playing games.
Time to fix what she broke.
Time to sacrafice one heart for another.
Gripping the blade in my hand.
What will he think when he finds it missing?
Will he know that it was I, I that took it?
I stare down at it, he will get it back.
And it'll mean more to anyone with her blood one it.
I stand in the brush,
It's taking to long.
Her to break down again.
Because I know it will happen.
She's never happy.
Never satisfied.
And if she is...
Well, I won't let that happen.
I will never let it go.
I will never be happy until her heart beats for the last time.
Inside of my hands,
feeling her warm blood run over my fingers,
spilling onto the freshly cut spring grass.
She broke to many people,
she hurt me too much.
And it was going to end, soon-- Very soon.
She was going to end, very soon.
The only way to end the obsession, is to end the cause of it.
And my cause was standing there, five feet tall.
Black hair, blue streak.
Brown eyes full of deceit.
She crossed the wrong person.
And never gave me a reason...
Maybe if she had, she could've stopped this from coming.
But now she's earned this, her final fate.
As I watch her...
Through the windows that she left open.
Through the darkness she should still fear.
I'll break her eventually.
She won't get away this easily.
It's funny.
All I asked for was a reason.
All I wanted was some closure.
Wasn't that not easily seen in my words?
A reason so that I could let her go and move on.
Why was that so hard?
I rewarded with heartless words.
Is that all I get for everything I did for her?
Heartless...
That's funny because she will be soon.
And I will hold her heart for the last time, while she dies.
And I will smile and I will laugh, and then I can live my life.
I can return to school.
And will laugh while they all cry.
Her familly.
Her friends.
She'll break everyone's heart again.
But I will laugh.
I won't feel even a little bit bad.
And I know that she'll read this, think that it's a joke.
My petty obsession with the one that destroyed who I was.
Who I am trying to be.
When all I wanted was a reason.
An answer to my questions.
After everything that I did for her, didn't I deserve that?
I tighten my grip on the knife.
He told me what kind of a knife this was once,
but I don't now recall.
I look up at her again,
I could do it.
I could kill her.
Just like she killed me.
But....
I'm not a heartbreaker.
I can't do it.
Tears slide down my cheeks.
I don't want her dead.
I just want her to tell me a reason why she did this to me.
I pocket the knife.
She will not die tonight.
But if there is any karma in the world.
She will not live either.
I can only hope that she feels some kind of guilt for what she did to me.
Because if I do recall correctly, I said I was sorry.
And that was the TRUTH on my part.
But just in case she didn't hear me the first time.
"I'm sorry Alexis"
I whisper to the wind and then I leave.
Because there's nothing left to be said.
Dark hair with blue bleeding into it.
Brown eyes that I once thought were beautiful.
All she does now is make me sick.
Sitting in the open, like always.
Living and pretending like she knows everything.
No more nice girl.
I'm done playing games.
Time to fix what she broke.
Time to sacrafice one heart for another.
Gripping the blade in my hand.
What will he think when he finds it missing?
Will he know that it was I, I that took it?
I stare down at it, he will get it back.
And it'll mean more to anyone with her blood one it.
I stand in the brush,
It's taking to long.
Her to break down again.
Because I know it will happen.
She's never happy.
Never satisfied.
And if she is...
Well, I won't let that happen.
I will never let it go.
I will never be happy until her heart beats for the last time.
Inside of my hands,
feeling her warm blood run over my fingers,
spilling onto the freshly cut spring grass.
She broke to many people,
she hurt me too much.
And it was going to end, soon-- Very soon.
She was going to end, very soon.
The only way to end the obsession, is to end the cause of it.
And my cause was standing there, five feet tall.
Black hair, blue streak.
Brown eyes full of deceit.
She crossed the wrong person.
And never gave me a reason...
Maybe if she had, she could've stopped this from coming.
But now she's earned this, her final fate.
As I watch her...
Through the windows that she left open.
Through the darkness she should still fear.
I'll break her eventually.
She won't get away this easily.
It's funny.
All I asked for was a reason.
All I wanted was some closure.
Wasn't that not easily seen in my words?
A reason so that I could let her go and move on.
Why was that so hard?
I rewarded with heartless words.
Is that all I get for everything I did for her?
Heartless...
That's funny because she will be soon.
And I will hold her heart for the last time, while she dies.
And I will smile and I will laugh, and then I can live my life.
I can return to school.
And will laugh while they all cry.
Her familly.
Her friends.
She'll break everyone's heart again.
But I will laugh.
I won't feel even a little bit bad.
And I know that she'll read this, think that it's a joke.
My petty obsession with the one that destroyed who I was.
Who I am trying to be.
When all I wanted was a reason.
An answer to my questions.
After everything that I did for her, didn't I deserve that?
I tighten my grip on the knife.
He told me what kind of a knife this was once,
but I don't now recall.
I look up at her again,
I could do it.
I could kill her.
Just like she killed me.
But....
I'm not a heartbreaker.
I can't do it.
Tears slide down my cheeks.
I don't want her dead.
I just want her to tell me a reason why she did this to me.
I pocket the knife.
She will not die tonight.
But if there is any karma in the world.
She will not live either.
I can only hope that she feels some kind of guilt for what she did to me.
Because if I do recall correctly, I said I was sorry.
And that was the TRUTH on my part.
But just in case she didn't hear me the first time.
"I'm sorry Alexis"
I whisper to the wind and then I leave.
Because there's nothing left to be said.
Published 27th Mar 2012
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28th Mar 2012 2:51am
I like it. It's...dark at the begining, but sad in teh end and I've never read something like this that's so...open, I guess you could say. I love the last two lines though, and I feel bad for the character in the poem.
Great job at writing this.
Great job at writing this.
