The Blue-eyed murderer

I hope at my funeral you will write in big red letters "because you loved me", So everyone will know that you were the cause of my death.I hope my internal destruction brings a moment of joy and peace to your wicked mind because obviously me being around didn't. Maybe when I'm somewhere relaxing in the clouds, eyes fixed on the moon singing songs we used to hold hands to in your sister's car.I'll be able to hear that long-awaited I'm sorry, coming from the blue-eyed murderer. Maybe she will murmur the words because admitting her wrongs were never so easy. I always wondered will I forgive her, will I forget, or will the memories haunt me until I fall into someone else's trap, who knows. My demon walks with a smile because she knows it kills the ones who desire and plead on her unhappiness, It's satisfying if I must say. It's like watching the devil cry for once. Who knew something so evil could experience pain. Like the day I made her cry, I can admit it felt like the fourth of July, amazing. Is it wrong for me to feel this way? it might be, but when someone carelessly plays with your heart unwilling to give it back you learn to be heartless, literally. 

This poem is about: 
Me

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