You killed the girl
the girl with wet lips and watery smile
the girl with soft skin and magical touch
the girl whose veins are filled with emotions
not with blood
and you knew deep inside your heart
she is much more than your imagination
when you described her
as a veered sensation
You killed her again and again
sometimes with your hands
sometimes with your words
sometimes with your negligence
and sometimes with your confusions
But the day she told me
she decided to kill you
I went to her house
with her favourite chocolate wine cake
to celebrate your death
But she was not there
neither her smiles or sorrows
I opened the note
perhaps left for me
and realised
The girl
who survived through thousand murders
couldn't save her this time
because this time
it was not a murder
It was a suicide
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The girl who survived through thousand murders couldn't save her this time because this time it was not a murder It was a suicide Really superb, a great poem. Thanks for the sharing of the lovely poem.