I stabbed her, Not

Because I wanted to.

But rather, she wanted

Me to. Am I so bad,

By granting a wish?

We kissed, one last

Embrace. Her mouth

Was bloody, but I didn't

Mind. She coughed on

Me. "I'm sorry..."

She gasped. But I didn't

Mind. I tasted the pain

Once again, heartbroken.

Our moment of poetry

Was over, I handed

Her the gun to end

The suffering, finally.

She decided she wanted

A closed casket,

But I didn't mind.