The Perfect Boyfriend

Close your eyes and picture him perfect. Green eyes and brown curly hair. Don't think to much of the knife in his hands. He only uses it went on demand. Silently sleeping, he looks nice and calm. Don't worry too much about the blood on his palm. Sing slowly, a nice lullaby. Before he wakes, I must say goodbye. He promises to be better, but he's out of control. You'd swear he's living with out a soul. Without thinking I grab the knife. His eyes turn the color of a cold dark night. It's not him, I tell myself again. He's supposed to be... The Perfect Boyfriend