P.O.V.

All my love

Bleeding and staining the sheets

Staining the walls

Bursting forth like poder puffs

Of deep red

In the dry air

Sweet to the tongue

Warm in your hands

Dripping

You thought I kiled you

I killed your freedom

I was like a fiend that stole into your garden

Crept under your walls

Manpulating

Twisting

Pure evil

In your selfish justifications

and self induced paranoia

A demon in your eyes

A creation of your fickle yet fertile

imagination

if you’d instead seen me for what I am

the one you grew to love

you might have saved us both