Murderer

''When love died
The few, spurting drops of his passion
Proved more than enough
To fill to overflowing
The reservoir of her resentment.
A shared moment of joy
Stretched into an infinity of regret.
And so she refashioned
The dart of her love
Honing the blade edges
To paper slicing sharpness.
Secreting far from sight
But always close to hand
The stiletto of her revenge.''
Will I become like this one day?
If ever I become like this
Kill me...

Why did you do this?
Why was I kept vulnerable?
To the wind I could not feel the breeze
To the sea I could not feel the flow
To the person I could not stop thinking
Orion, always shining brightly
Always there
Shining beautifully yet beyond reach
I don't want to be like that
I just want to give away everything I have now
In exchange of the ordinary life
Give me of what that I adore and envy of
Put me together with the ordinary
I don't want to feel lonely again
I...Never wanted to be alone
No longer will I want to be alone...again....