She Died for Love
By Brittany, age 17, Tennessee
The night is dark, she's all alone,
Sending shivers to the bone.
Phone rings, expecting it to be him,
It's not, she has to fake a grin.
Answering the phone in her fake cheery voice,
As if she really had much choice.
The cop said, "Yes, is Brittany there?"
She replied, "This is she," without much care.
"Hello there, miss. He needs you now."
Oh God, she thought. What happened, how?
"He was in a wreck, he was sort of high.
His car went soaring through the sky.
It flipped and rolled, there's shattered glass.
We're just waiting for the time to pass."
The tears were rolling down her cheeks.
She hadn't talked to him in weeks.
"He asked for you, miss, and only you.
He said that no one else will do."
She grabbed her keys and her coat,
Ignoring the lump in her throat.
A few seconds later, she arrived at the scene.
The car looked horrendous, making her face turn green.
She ran over to him as fast as she could,
Knowing anything to help him wouldn't do any good.
She slowly cradled him in one arm,
Using the other to support him, not to do more harm.
He looked in her eyes as he started to cry,
Both of them knowing he was sure to die.
She began to rock him, not saying a word,
Then she was surprised by what she heard.
"I've always loved you, just to let you know,
But I guess it's time that I should go.
Take care of yourself and be good in life
Because one day you'll make an excellent wife."
He said this all with a quick little smile,
She then knew he'd die in a very short while.
She hugged him close and kissed his head,
Feeling the cold, realizing he was dead.
She laid him down to finally rest
Smearing his blood all over her chest.
Getting in the car, she headed home
Knowing that she'd still be alone.
She walked inside and got some rope
Knowing there was no more hope.
She wrote a note and signed her name,
She knew without him, it wouldn't be the same.
She tightly tied the rope up high,
Hoping the first attempt she'd die.
They later took time to cut her down
And soon it was her note they found.
It told of his death, how gory and grim,
And that she couldn't go on without him.
She requested to be buried by his grave,
And it was this poem to them she gave:
Roses are red, violets are sweet,
Bury me from head to feet,
And on my grave place a dove,
And remember this, I died for love.
