By: Francisco Vega
Last night I thought about killing you
Because I can’t stand the sight of you with another man
I know you’re not doing dirty things with them
You’d tell me if you were
But I know they’re thinking about you
In those ways
In the ways that only men think
Last night I thought about killing you
About bashing your head in with a pan
About drowning you in the kitchen sink
About cutting you up into little pieces with the dullest kitchen knife
Last night I thought about killing you
And I’ll probably think about it again
Because my love for you knows no bounds
And I know it will transcend your death
Last night I thought about killing you
Only to realize
The gun was already in my hand