My Darkest Secret

My Darkest Secret

From the moment he brought it home,
I hated it.
From the moment we stood alone,
I hated it.
But he loved it so.
Wouldn’t let it go.
NO, no, no, I hated it.

I needed to get rid of it,
made secret plans.
Had to look like an accident,
made secret plans.
I hated it so,
it had to go,
even though, made secret plans.

He is aware that it has gone,
I know nothing.
He searches the house hard and long,
I know nothing.
Where did it go?
Hunt high and low.
He sighs but I know nothing.


Earlier I took out my knife.
It felt so good.
Alone I ended its short life.
It felt so good.
I rent and cut,
enjoyed so much,
lost myself, it felt so good.

I buried it in the garden,
my darkest hour.
I silently begged his pardon,
my darkest hour.
How could a shirt,
cause so much hurt?
Does he know? See him glower

Tomorrow,
I’ll buy him a Louis Vuitton.