Poetry Readings

Bloody Valentine

It's couples day today, when they share their forevers. I'm waiting in the house with the dress he bought me, the one covered in white feathers.

I'm excited because we rarely get to spend time with eachother, he has a job. He says the best part is he just looks at his costumers and bobs.

He's getting off early because it's valentine's day. That's one reason why I'm happy and want to scream "yay!".

I have a candle light dinner set outside, it looks fansy. This day should be great, it's my fantasy.

It's past eleven and my smile has disappeared. The day is changing, turning into my worse fear.

He goes out in the morning at five and comes in at night at eight. He's taking too long and he's gonna be late.

He can't miss this day, it's special for a wife. I'm angry and now I'm sharpening a knife.

He's home, I can hear the door. He's smiling, looking at the flowers petals on the floor.

He sees me at the table out back. He's thinking it's been too long since he got back.

The weapon is at my side and ready. He's sitting at the table nice, worried and steady.

***Time Passes***

The knife is in his chest and the red is on my white feathers, it makes a nice decoration as do his body on the floor gripping on the chair of leather.

I check his phone and I see an unknown female; never heard of or seen before. A tear fell from my face as I shook my head and saw him on the floor.

I knew he was cheating on me; all the late nights and texts that I've never seen before saying "sorry I'm busy". It makes me so mad that I'm dizzy.

Why? How long has this been going on? Nevermind that, you should have known that I was a crazy one.

{8/16/16}