The water was deep,
Filled to the top
And full of secrets.
It was going to be a simple date.
You and me,
Strolling down the lake.
But clearly,
You planned to break up
With me.
The sky was dark
And the air was thick,
But we endured it.
I knew it was coming,
So I planned
Accordingly.
We sat by the steam.
The water flowed through out toes
As the dreaded words left your mouth.
With little thinking,
I grabbed the largest rock I could find
And swung it at his head.
I did this again,
And again,
Until the steam was painted red.
I dropped the rock in the water.
The steam took ahold of his body,
Getting rid of any evidence.
I thought I got better.
I thought passion,
Sex
And love,
Would change me,
But it hasn’t.
I thought I could be a sweet, housewife,
But I will always be the femme fatale.