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If Only for a Moment

If only for a moment, I could hold you in my arms and tell you how much you meant to me.

If only for a moment, I could confess to you all the love I ever felt and had for you.

If only for a moment, I could hold your hands and share a special moment with you.

If only for a moment, I could kiss you to show you all the love I had for you.

But I can't.

Because I killed you.

You are dead and it's all my fault. I didn't want to kill you, no, I didn't. But you were so vulnerable there... with your boyfriend. In your bed. It was too easy, c'mon, you can't blame me, can you?

Do you think I enjoyed seeing your warm blood drip from my hands as I cut your throat and then made sure you were completely dead by choking you?

Do you think I took pleasure in ripping your boyfriend's internal organs out, one by one?

It's just that you're so fucking irresistible, Mitch. And you make me so fucking jealous, I don't think I wanted nor could have lived with it for another day. Ah Mitch, you've told me time and time again that dealing with anger doesn't have to be violent, but what do you know?

You're just a silly dead boy who I'm still in love with.

I just wanted to forget about you. I don't want to love you. Yet even know, that the image of your frightened, dead, and bleeding body sitting in front of my very eyes is still etched in my mind, my heart burns for you.

There should've been a simpler way, Mitch.

It's been 376 days in this jail cell, and they still think I'm unstable. What do they know. They've never been in love.

you are allowed to question my sanity because even I don't know what this is it's 1:55 am and I am sleep drunk

so yeah bye