Revenge
I thought you loved me, you see,
But every time you were with me,
You were thinking of where else you could be.
Another house
Another room
Another girl.
Once my mind had emptied of
The love
The joy
The happiness,
I only had one thought left.
I wanted revenge.
No one stopped me that night,
As I opened the door to your house.
No one heard the creaking of the stairs
The groaning of the door.
No one saw the glinting knife in my hand.
No one saw the blood on the floor.
The End
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Revenge, which
was posted on Jul 13, 2011 by
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