Who Is The Murderer? Poem by Anabel Anguiano

The sun comes out
bringin shadows
that whisper in my ear
the things you do
when you are not with me

I grab a feather from an angel's wing
and with the blood in my veins
I wrote you a letter
that you never replied
you are drowning me in your lies

and you say I am the murderer
of your happiness
when you are the one
killing my life
you think is fun
to meet your lips
and taste her blood
trust me it doesn't feel good.