Homicide (poem)

Would it be homicide…

If I died because of you?

For every morning to wake up

Without you here

I go through day wondering

If you truly cared

Because I loved you like none other

I became fearless for you

And now you say I am selfish

When I did all that I could do

I think it would be homicide…

If I died because of you.

You’ve taken my joy

By shutting me away

And now I have nothing

So in death I’d rather lay

It was quite the scandal

It was my murder scene

To have lived in love before

Losing the woman of my dreams

© 2011 Holly O'Brien