This isn't a sappy romance.
This isn't the fair tale of Romeo and Juliet.
You left me cold, bitter, afraid to even give you a glance.
You were a monster, how could I forget?
I'm truly sorry, love.

If I recall, we met sometime in high school.
I loved to look at you when you passed me in the hall.
But see, you were smooth and casual and I was a fool.
You weren't the monster then that would make me feel belittled and small.
My apologies, love.

We fell in love our sophomore year.
I was young and you were young, silly as we could be.
I treasured your companionship, dear
but you continued to walk over me.
I really do feel remorseful, love.

Our relationship began to fade.
You'd get angry, lash at me and give me bruises.
I was afraid, so I stayed
When people would ask, I'd make up the best excuses.
I'm feeling guilt-ridden, love.

You twisted me, made me believe
that I was the weak one.
But you were always one to deceive.
And shouldn't your guilt trip have begun?
I am shamefaced, love.

I was afraid of you, you were making me insane
I'd hide away from your hands, your touch.
I had stopped loving you, thought of you in disdain
After all, you hadn't really loved me that much...
I am regretful, love.

It gives me great satisfaction to behold
blood on the ground, along with your limp frame.
Against my palm the bloody knife is cold
but even in death, I still love you all the same.
I am mournful, love.

Your eyes are unblinking, staring up but unable to see.
I drop the knife and look down at you.
You must understand that I did this for you and me,
and that I still love you and hopefully you still love me too.
I am insane, love.

This isn't a sappy romance.
This isn't the fair tale of Romeo and Juliet.
I left you lifeless and dead, not letting you get another chance.
I am a monster as you were, and I'll never let myself forget.

I am sorry, love.