What men can do

he made her jealous

on purpose he tried.

When the girl asked, "Do you love me?"

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.


Grabbed her knife,

that night they both died.





She was found in his arms,

both of them dead.




Under her

note




his handwriting said:





"I loved her

so, she never knew.

All this time

I loved her