I'm Not Going to Lie

"Love?!?" He yells madly, "love is absent, wouldn't you say?"1

On her knees, she adoringly stares up at him with gleaming eyes, unable to respond.  Blood pours from the precise slit marked from ear to ear and seeps into the top of her pink dress.  This is her favorite dress, you know, she'll never be able to get the stain out.  Tears begin to fall from her eyes and she opens her mouth to speak, a striking desperate gasp is all that comes from her.  He raises his arm to strike her again, she bows her head in loving submission.2

"Tell me something new, tell me something new and I'll put off the blow."3

Confused, she looks deep into his green eyes, searching for an ounce of mercy and understanding; he stares back with cold disdain.4

"You can't, can you?"5

His hand comes down so hard across her lightly pinked cheek that she collapses onto the hot cement.  She tries to speak, a whisper comes from her lips.6

"Please?  Please what?" His arm raises again.  She grabs his hand, he violently pulls away.7

"Don't try to control my actions you psycho bitch." Aggressively, she grabs his arm again and pins it underneath her knees so he can't pull away.  She mouths the word 'please' again as she traces a shape into his palm.8

"A heart?  I don't have a heart...not for you anyway."  Pushing her of his arm, yet more blood pours from her massacred neck.  She looks down at herself, her once gorgeous dress now a mess of subtle pink and passionate red, and she can't help but thinking it was her favorite dress.  It won't be long now.9

"It's over, why won't you just leave?  If I treat you so badly, why don't you just LEAVE?"  His voice practically raises to a scream.  Her eyes blurred and breathing shallow, she shakes her head in disbelief.  How can he not know?  Thanking herself for having that extra cup of coffee, she raises once again to her knees and crawls to his feet, spilling droplets of blood upon his recently-shined black boots.  She looks up at him one final time.10

"Sorry," she breathes as her head falls hard against the black concrete.11

He looks down at her hand stretched across his shoes, her now limp finger futilely wiping her own blood away.  Kicking her lifeless hand away, he begins his long walk home in the bright sunshine.12