I believe my love for her came naturally
I happened without force or disruption
She was good to me
She offered me everything a person could offer another
But I had to do it
It was either me or her
And I chose her
I held her down, my knees on her spine as she scurried below me
My hands around her throat while she begged and cried for me to stop
She cried
And I cried
But it was either me or her
And I chose her
She tried to fight back with the little strength she had
But I just put more weight on her spine and a tighter grip from her neck
She stopped moving
And I lightened up my grip, but didn’t let go
It was either me or her
And she chose herself
She done, She’s dead
And now I’m safe
I could finally feel comfortable in my own home again
I loved her, I promise you I did
But I love my normal life
More than the torture she caused me
The Paramour 