I Didn't Mean Poem by Felix Otiende

I DIDN'T MEAN TO KILL HIM
There he was lying
In a pool of blood dying
Begging for his life, straining
Slowly, his life fading

Holding the dagger in my hand
Heart beating like a band
Is he dead or just playing dead
My love...was I that bad to kill?
His lips so kissable even in his dying state
Anger, hate, love made me do it
The stabbing was good and releasable
Blood in my hands soo tasteful
Crave for him
Was this lust....was he this good...?
Should I cry?

Gone, gone
Memories of us
How did I do it?
Gone, just like in the movies
Reality,it was
I did not mean to do it
I didn't mean to kill him! !

@ fely g