read my poem abuse first if you want the full thing
I come back to the dirty little shack i left her in
she is still there.
Lying very still
very broken.
Blood on her face,
bruises down her arm but still she is very beautiful.
She is a goddess.
I kiss her head.
I cry.
This time i hit too hard,
left her too long.
Whatever it was she is gone now
up with the other angels.
but now no one like me can hurt her.
I am a murderer
a monster.
I take the razor I kept in the drawer
for when she was bad,
I make small slits in my wrist.
Let myself feel the pain the punishment
for ending her life.
I curl up next to her one last time.
I wont even see her up there,
with the angels,
I will be in hell.
I will always remember her for her godlike perfection.
I lean in so close that when I breathe her auburn hair ripples slightly.
I kiss her cold pale cheek.
I whisper I love you.
I almost can see her smile
then i slit my throat
slowly I drift away
I am a murder.
