Crime of Passion

I will always remember

the day you said:

I love you.

I was a fool

to believe you.

Now, I lay half conscious

on the kitchen floor

blood seeping from

the knife wound

which you forced

into my bare skin.

Memories of you and I

run through my mind

because after all:

I will always love you.

Maybe a part of me

thought I deserved the pain.