A Condemned Lover Poem by Arin Karma

It was all about five years ago,
But everything is all blurry,
Wait, now I think I remember,
Yes, now I can see it clearly.

I was somewhat of a star,
Way back then,
I'd fallen in love with my Photographer,
Little did I know, I was condemned.

About a year passed and I knew that I had to die,
But I didn't want to take that road alone.
And my Photographer guy did cry,
When I told him my only idea.

'Please come with me! I don't want to be alone! '
I pleaded and sank to my knees.
'I love you and always will, but I don't want to die! '
My heart sank and I tried to take his response in with ease.

I dragged him into the snow, all tied up,
Heart filled with sadness and eyes with rage,
I then loaded the pistol with two bullets.
In our story of love, this was the final page.

'If I'm condemned, then so are you,
For thats what love is all about.
How could you do this to me? ! '
I point the gun and shout.

I smile psychotically,
And feel hot tears roll down,
As I pull the trigger,
His face frozen in horror as his blood splatters all around.

I put the gun to my head,
And beside my husband I am curled.
My finger on the trigger, and I say.
'What a wonderful world.'

(Dedicated to one of my best friends Kenia)