Desolation

My terrible death

What?
Why did you do this to me?
I loved you.
Why did you stab me in the heart,
lodge this bullet into my stomach,
and destroy any hope for me living.
I loved you.
Did you love me?
What?
Did you just say I didn't love you?
Of course I do.
I kiss you every night and tell you that I do.
YOU see the glee in my eyes when you say it too.
Why did you do this to me.
I will always ask myself, Did she love me?
And you ask yourself, Did I do the right thing?