She looked at me smiling.
Showing her perfect teeth,
And flaunting her perfect lips.
Looking completely at ease while he hugged her.
She wrapped her arms around his neck.
I imagined a noose around his neck instead of her arms.
She was enjoying every moment of my misery.
Every moment of my despair,
Her smile grew wider.
I thought I might burst fourth from my rigid figure,
Clenching my fists and gritting my teeth,
With a silver dagger to stab her in the cold heart,
That calls her chest home.
I'd rip out the barely beating lump,
That drips with the black blood,
That once ran through her body.
Yet she would do the same,
If she saw me with my arms around him.
And that's why I secretly hate her,
But respect her all at once.
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