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 **** 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 ******
It was a suicide