You held me in your arms. You told me you want me happy. You said “I won’t leave you”. You said “I’m happy”. You put on a fake smile day by day knowing you were lying through your teeth. Now you’re looking me dead in the eye barely able to speak, with tears almost spilling over. No more of those fake smiles of yours. No more of your saying “You won’t leave”. Now you lay here, here in front of me with a bullet hole in your head.
April 10, 2011