Kayla

You would see her walk by--
Her hair, the most radiant shade of brown.
Her smile was truly the brightest-
even if all the light had left her.


Her eyes could see deep inside of you-
her mind had the power to read mine.
Connected through more than just mere spirit-
she was my sister, everything holy and divine.

Even if you didn't know her-
you will wish you did.
Her laugh would give you butterflies-
her hugs would make you feel truly loved,
even if she felt like there was none.

Her heart was open to us all-
but we all tore it apart.
My sweet Kayla, I wonder if you think of me?
I wonder what crossed your mind the final time?
Who consumed your last thought?
Who's words destroyed you?

Isn't enough blood shed in this world without the loss of a tragically sad little girl?

I tried to preserve her, like a piece of art.
But she's not a object, but a human-
I never deserved her, so now we're apart.

Her beauty was undeniable,
yet she denied it everyday.
She carved her scars with words like 'fat' and 'ugly'
she'd bury her tears in what is now her grave.

I would walk behind her, hoping to catch up.
I reached her side and I never left it.
No matter how much she tried to run,
I'd chase like a helpless puppy
or a lonely shadow.

"There is no world without you"
one day my words lost meaning.
What she never understood was how much I loved her-
but she craved the approval of those who don't matter-
of cruel people she'll never win over.