He was my life.
We spent one night together,
and I took his sole.
Through my self torture,
I realized that
I had to kill him.
The one day that
I feared the most arrived.
I went to his mansion,
the one place I knew I
would never return.
He was there,
waiting.
He fought his last fight,
for I knew that I had to kill him.
We fought with swords.
Then his sole returned,
but I still had to kill him.
So in my deep river of sadness,
I kissed him one last time,
and told him I loved him.
Then with tears in my eyes,
I stabbed him.
As he looked up at me
with those puppy dog eyes,
I mouthed that I was sorry.
He then vanished into a pile of dust.
I fell down crying,
but had to remain strong.
I got back to my feet,
and walked out of the one place I felt the safest.
The place where I killed my boyfriend,
the Vampire.