A Wicked Love

Blood of yours dripping on the floor,

The smile behind those lips are weary, unlike before.

I sigh in deplore as I drink the wine,

A kiss that tastes bitter, for I know it isn't mine.

A tear of mine falls and caught my attention,

Chaos fill the void and brought me a question,

Is this a joy? Or is this a sorrow?

You're all mine now, but not for tomorrow.

May sounds selfish for the love I felt for you was true,

And if you just only love me out of the blue,

We won't end tragically like this

For I'd rather kill you, than seeing you in someone's arms—in bliss.