Secret

I knew that note wasn't for me to read,
but I did anyway,
because it was there, inviting me.
I finally had proof for what you were doing,
but I didn't care. I crumpled it up
and stuck it in my big, ugly purse--
the one I'm keeping my
I'm-gonna-get-away-from-you-someday fund in.
Maybe I'll show it to you later.

I think I'd rather you suffer, though.
I know you don't want to be here,
and I certainly don't want you here.
Believe me, I wish you were dead, but
fortunately for you, murder is a crime.
Besides, you're more miserable alive
and I like watching you squirm.