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I wrote to you a love poem but all you did was rip it apart

Just as you always liked to do to my fragile heart

You cut it open and you let it profusely bleed out

and that is when I knew that death is what true love is all about



I wrote to you a letter to tell you how I felt,

You treated the words as a witch, in which with water they would melt

You bought me some new razorblades and then my lips you kissed

Showed me that love is all about death, but still I would be missed



I found a love song on the radio and dedicated it to you, my only one

You surprised me on our anniversary with some flowers and a gun

In a deep voice you said, "Tonight love we can finally be free"

and once again you taught me that love is to fly to heaven and live there for eternity



I painted you a picture that reminded me of our love

Intertwined with hearts, stars and clouds from the heavens above

When I finally showed you my painting, you tore it in two

Told me that it means nothing because our love was lost the day we said, "I do"



So, I burnt all the words I wrote and forgot that beautiful song

because you said our love meant nothing and to love could not be more wrong

I found the dead roses and the gun you gave me on our anniversary

and right before I pulled the trigger I said, "This is what you get love, when you married me."