Cut gently

so he does not feel a thing,

dampen the flame slowly

with the handkerchief

still wet from lies and broken promises.

Time evolves,

months mold into a new year

and before long,

behold the skeleton of a former man–

dried inside and out,

sullen, hollow eyes

that once glistened in your grace.

 

how to get away with murder?

you leach his happiness with every kiss,

burn his mind with fake smiles,

obliterate his soul

with your love.

 

 

 

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disclaimer: the writer is no psychopath. just a writer, and you know how our minds are sometimes. not advocating for any of the above to be performed in any way, shape, or form.  please love your fellow human beings ❤