I suddenly got inspiration for this poem reading another story that had nothing to do with this topic. But I like it anyway.

Luv,

Summer K.

July 26, 2006

Sincerely

I didn't believe that you could hurt me,

That my life was so little to you.

I thought the words 'I love you' meant something different.

From the start, things were great.

I must admit, you were a wonderful lover.

You bought me clothes,

Cooked for me,

Listened to me,

You were my other half.

But I came got home too late one night.

I was only working,

But in your eyes I wasn't.

I told you not to wait up late,

But to your ears, I was cheating.

Again,

You picked up your favorite bat,

And swung it at me.

But you missed.

I picked up the butcher knife.

You swung again,

You were aiming for my head this time,

But I rebelled.

That's why I'm on the kitchen floor,

Holding your dead body.

I'm so sorry baby,

But when the police ask what happened,

It's only going to be self defense.

I will weep at your funeral,

Oh, yes I will cry,

But I will always remember how you tried to take my life.

Too bad showing the real you,

Earned you the death sentence, honey.

Sincerely,

Your Wife