Dear Murderer
You know your name...

Beautiful does not explain
Gorgeous does not describe...

The clock spins back and forth
And for what its worth...

It's the feel of your skin
Fingertips grazing my hand...

She lies, pushed back against a bed.
Hear her cries and know her pain...

She's a paradox
a perfect balance between everything...

Her voice sounds gritty
Like wind blowing chalk...

I'll remember you fondly
As the jerk who misused me...

Breathe in
The taste of salt...

Loneliness, my blanket
A comfort...

Can you tell
How her soul breaks...

Shaken leaves
How they droop down...