A boy liked a girl but wanted to make her jealous.
Then one day
things went terribly wrong.
The next few weeks
were like a very sad
song.
He made her jealous
on purpose he tried.
When the girl asked, “Do you love her?”
on purpose he lied.
He played with jealousy
like it was a game.
Little did he know
Things would never be the same.
His plan was working
but he had no clue.
How wrong things would go,
the damage he would do.
One night she broke down,
feeling very
alone.
Just her and the blade,
no one else home.
She dialed his number,
he answered, “Hello”
She told him she loved him
and hung up the phone.
He raced to her
house
just a minute too late.
Found her lying in blood
her heart
had no rate.
Beside her was a note,
in it her confession.
Her love for this boy,
her only obsession.
As he read the note,
he knelt down and cried
