There he whispered

With sweet serenity

“My love, please forgive me.”

Each word holding more

Then she could ever know;

His love fabricated

Just for show.

There he pleaded

“You will always be needed”

With tainted hands

He brushed her off

Leaving her utterly defeated.

Where she held validation,

He countered and made

His own alterations.

And with every breath,

She questioned

Her lover’s true intentions.

He held his head high

With flawed entitlement,

And in his hands

There he strangled

A girl’s heart

Worth more than cheap cement.

The real tragedy

Waiting to come;

Each second ticking,

Moving, to the hour of 1.

Never would she guess

His hands would roam

To places she viewed sacred.

Never would she guess

He would leave her

Bare and naked.