X marks the spot

X marks the spot where your knife went in and my life went
out.
This is the wound where you twisted the blade.
Here is where my hopes died and the passion spilled from my
heart.
This discolouration is where fear and doubt replaced them.
And that sound left ringing in my ears would be your laughter.
But what I think I remember best, is the look in your eyes as you
killed love.