It wasn't suppose to be like this.

You were suppose to be with me.

Not her.

And love me.

Not her.

So know I sit and watch you two.

I feel the venom;

I feel the desire.

And it grows.

Hate is a powerful adversary,

It gives me the strength I need.

So my revenge draws near.

I don't remember where I found it.

It's rusted, but works just as well.

The pieces fall into place,

As I know exactly how I will do it.

It will get done,

No more procrastination,

It will be painful too,

I'll make sure of it.

Now I see you,

Holding hands,

Leaning in for a kiss.

Enjoy it,

For it will be thy last.

I reach into my coat pocket,

And now you see me.

I aim,

I fire,

To kill your heart's desire.

You dive,

And so the bullet misses it's mark.

It enters your flesh.

Not hers.

I sit and watch,

Smoking gun in hand,

As you die in her arms.

And I'll I can think is,

It wasn't suppose to be like this.

But yet, a smile is forming on my face.

Maybe it's better this way,

Because I have one bullet left.