• Would I ever
    reach you
    if I could only run
    at the exact same speed
    as you?
    You have already
    surpassed me by far.

    For as long as I can
    remember
    I’ve been called evil;
    a child with a morbid
    fascination
    of death.

    If only they knew.

    I shoot your photographs
    to keep my plans
    at bay;
    patience is key
    in this grand scheme.

    Thinking of the time
    when you showed me
    a butterfly
    perched on the leaf
    covered in morning-dew.
    The one time you showed me
    kindness
    beyond calling me
    crazy.

    I clutch the pistol in my
    sweaty hand,
    wondering why I am holding it
    so tightly.
    After all, it’s not like
    I’m going to
    miss you.