HIS LAST DANCE
I held him close as
our favorite song played.
His body moved with mine,
as we gently swayed.
I pulled him closer,
and inhaled his sweet scent.
I told him long ago, I'd
follow him wherever he went.
He started the pull away,
as our song came to an end.
I pressed the gun to his head,
and told him to play it again.
He looked me in the eyes,
and pleaded for his life.
I told him without hesitation,
"I'll kill you without thinking twice."
He walked away slowly,
and pressed play to repeat our jam.
I opened my arms out to him,
still clutching the gun in my hand.
He returned to me,
but I could see the misery in his eyes.
Not that I cared,
as much as he'd made me cry.
This is what he deserves,
he will be able to break my heart no more.
And once I tire of dancing with him,
I'll spray his brains on this wood floor.
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