Dedicated to the One I Loved (revised)

You know, she said softly, that we used to be close,
And you know just how close that we've been.
Well, honey, it's over: you know that, I'm sure,
But you don't know how mad I can seem.

I'm going to kill you, and that much is true,
But how I shall do it is moot.
She opens her bag and produces an gun,
She levels the rifle to shoot.

BANG! She shouts at him, cringing away,
And laughs at his crumpling face,
As if I would shoot you! She smiles at the thought,
No, yours is a far worser fate.

What else have we got? She raises her brows,
And she turns to the bag with a twirl,
He's starting to whimper, but this is all right,
She wants him to cry like girl.

So, anyway, back to our vibrant girl,
And pathetic excuse for a boy,
He's crying like children do, hungry or wet,
And she's laughing like he is her toy.

He begs for his life to her, down on his knees,
And she kicks him square, right in the balls,
And, just as expected, he howls out in pain,
And grabbing his 'treasure' he falls.

Back to her bag as it sits on the bed,
She reaches inside it and grips
A long, shiny knife, and it's covered in blood,
From her wrist and her hand to the tips.

He's laid out on the cold hard floor;
She's holding out the knife,
She smiles a smile as black as night,
A smile as cold as ice.

I hate you now, you know, she says,
And so, you'll dearly pay,
For all the things you did to me,
But mostly for the way

You never really loved me, she snarls,
Not even at the start,
You preyed upon my love for you,
And then you broke my heart.

And as she says this piece, he cries,
He knows he won't be missed.
She wipes some tears from stinging eyes,
But hers are tears of bliss.