A letter to you x
I fell in love with you the moment I saw you. Dark hair, blue eyes, full lips. I want you. I need you. I’ll have you. We met at a party of a mutual friend. You told me you were 21, in university and studying psychology. Only 4 years older than me. Tick. You wanted to be a clinical psychologist, so you could those suffering with mental illness. A beautiful girl with aspirations, tick. This was it. I knew I wanted you.
As we talked the night away, sharing laughs and giggles, I saw my opportunity to lean in closer, to smell your sweet perfume, look into those icy blue eyes, and well; the you know what happened next. We went home. We made love. Fast forward a year we’re engaged.
You’re in your final year, deadlines due you’re frantically working trying to get the first I know you deserve. I try to help you, support you like a fiancé should but you kept pushing me away. And away. And away. I didn’t understand until I saw it. Saw him…
Your professor. Somewhat young maybe a couple years older than me. Tall, full beard, good smile nice eyes. I watched from outside as you were always the last out of that hall, sometimes over an hour after everyone else. I knew what was happening, and I knew what I had to do.
So I did it. And well, the rest is history. You promiscuous whore. You know, there’s a poem I wrote just for you, from the heart. Tell me what you think.
Roses are red Violets are blue I killed your lover And in 20 years I’ll come for you too x