He held a knife to her chest.

He looked into her eye's.

He saw pain and betrayal.

"I never loved you" he said in pain.

As he looked into her beautiful green
eye's for the last time.

He carved the knife into her chest.

With slight guilt and agony.

As he watched her soul leave her body; her life left her eye's.

And that's when he realized

He loved her.

But It was too late...to turn back.

He held her cold and stiff body as he called for help.

Convinced she will come back to life for him.

But it was too late.

He tried to wipe away the blood in her face.

He kissed her cold purple lips as he kept begging her to stay.

But it was too late.

Sirens appeared and cops barged in.

He asked them to let go.

He fought back with his hands handcuffed.

He saw as they put her in a black plastic bag.

He said he would change;

He promised he'd do good.

But it was too late.