Where Smirking Will Get Her Poem by Sam Byron

Is the smirk
On your face,
Worth the hurt
On hers?

As her desire fell
You heard no noise?
Like a criminal
You stole
What she could've had.

She gaurded her heart,

As you continued to smirk
She continued to die...
A little at a time

Never admitting the wound
Nor
Wincing at the pain,
Until it grew so vast
It swallowed her life.

It was only when
The purest carpenter
Nailed her coffin shut,
That you heard.

So
Hear it now
And stop smirking
Or
This may one day
be
Her
Suicide
Note.