Very Bad Archive
it was me
Emily Reeve
I woke up at 6 am.
You were lying there asleep,
looking like an angel and
I kissed your cheek
before I walked out the door.
When I left that morning
I knew I would never
see you again. I was excited.
I was scared. I didn't know
what to do at all.
So before I got into my car
I grabbed my tire iron
and took out your windshield.
Just to make sure.
Emily Reeve has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 9/6/07. Read more of Emily's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Emily's latest works: