Jelousy

He made her jealous,
on purpose he tried,

When the girl asked "Do you love me?"
on purpose he lied.

He played with jealousy,
like it was a game,

Little did he know,
things wouldnt be the same.

His plan was working,
but he has no clue,

How wrong this would go,
the damage he would do.

One night she broke down,
feeling very alone,

Just her and the blade,
and no one else home.

She dialed his number,
he answered "Hello?"

She told him she loved him,
then hung up the phone.

He raced to her house,
just a minute too late,

Found her lying in blood,
her heart had no rate.

Beside her was a note,
in it - her confession,

her love for this boy,
her only obsession.

As he read the note,
he knelt down and cried,

Grabbed her knife,
that night they both died.

She was found in his arms,
both of them dead,

Under her note,
his handwriting said...

"I loved her so,
she never knew.

All this time,
I loved her too."