I Love My Baby

I love him more than anything in the entire world.

I made sure he felt that love as I layed on his chest.

I held him tight and told him how much I love him.

I noticed, though, that he wasn’t hugging me back.

He wasn’t saying he loved me.

Whats going on?

Does he not love me?

Am I not worth it?

Maybe he’s thinking about that bitch.

Wishing I was her.

I never understood why he thought she was better than me.

I killed her with ease.

She didn’t even put up a fight.

Anyway, I sat up.

I started to yell.

Started to tell him how I felt.

But then I remembered that he wasn’t there.

Just a dismembered torso.

I gasped, remembering what I did to him.

I killed him.

I gave him a beautiful dinner.

His favorite.

Grilled cheese with tomato soup and an ice cold glass of lemonade.

I even baked him peanut butter cookies from scratch.

He ate it like he’s never eaten anything in his life.

He was so hungry.

He was working all day and didn’t have time to eat lunch.

He had no clue there was cyanide in every bite.

He choked and died in my arms.

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I looked him in the eyes as he took his last breath.

Since the murder wasn’t personal at all.

I made sure the dismembering was.

I used a knife.

It was so hard.

But I did it anyway because of how much I love him.

Now here I am.

Yelling at a dismembered torso for not loving me.

I look so crazy.

I laughed to myself because of who I’ve become.

I got up and went straight to the freezer.

His beautiful heart.

I held it close.

Its always been my favorite thing about him.

I thought his heart was so big before he shattered mine.

I put it in his chest and held his torso close.

The boy is finally mine.

And the girl is dead.

Now you’re probably wondering.

Why kill him if the girl was already dead?

Well, that’s because I’ll never be able to see him the same.

The video I saw.

The way he was on top of her.

Moaning sweet nothings into her ear.

Saying they’re going to get married.

Have a baby together.

He gave her one that night.

She sounded so happy.

They both needed to go.

I stabbed her 75 times.

She tried to defend herself with her arms.

But she never hit me.

I don’t know why.

But anyway, that was a week ago.

I need to forget about that now.

She isn’t important anymore.

I hugged MY man tight.

I love him so much.

More than anything in the entire world.

And I know he loves me too.

And we’re gonna love each other forever.

Until today.

Its been a week and a half since I killed him.

I think this was the night his soul left me.

I hugged his torso tight.

Very tight.

I love him so much.

But no matter what I did.

I couldn’t get him to love me back.

I got his heart.

I got his head.

I got his legs.

I got his arms.

I put the whole damn man back together.

Nothing.

I couldn’t feel anything.

This was the most agonizing feeling I’ve ever felt.

His love is gone.

What if his soul is with her’s?

I can’t deal with this.

I love him too much.

More than anything in the entire world.

And that’s why I’m leaving this world.

I cooked myself a part of him.

My favorite part.

His heart.

I added the cyanide to it so that I could meet the same demise he did.

Right now, I don’t feel very good.

But I haven’t started choking yet.

I hope that I’ll see him when I’m gone.

I love him more than anything in the entire world.

Wish me luck everyone!!!