You're not the person I used to know.
Just your face resembles her.
I miss her
I know there is nothing I can do about it.
I have accepted that she has vanished from this world
Not dead, not changed
Maybe you had to erase her
Maybe she was hurting
Killng her must've been your only chance of survival. You had to find the light again.
Are you happy now that she's gone?
You laugh, you crack jokes often
You try so hard to share the bliss
But be honest with yourself,
don't you miss her too?
She was a gem.
You never told her that, I did.
You never endorsed her to stay weird, I did.
You never encouraged her to face her fears, I did.
Deep inside you mocked her.
Even though you were her,
you were never there for her
She was not practical like you,
cherished the people who truly knew her
She would've fought with all her might
when you killed her,
only if she didn't share your mind.
She would've fought for her dream,
only if she could resist your defiance.
You murdered her and created something dire.
Someone who fits everywhere.
Someone who grooves to the fancy music of normalcy.
You buried her rhythm to harvest something inferior.
I mourn for her now,
but soon I will fill up the hollow she left
Time will heal the wound of my loss,
for I didn't share her heart like you
I will move past her words,
I will survive the throbs.
But what will you do ?
Will you be able to get over her?
Will you ever stop missing her?
Her, who used be better than you can ever be?
Her, whom you killed to forget the part of you that made you feel alive?