She wasn’t the most attractive
Her freckles were the most interesting
And her green eyes so passive
When she smiled she had crinkled by her eyes
And a stomach that she hides
Not fat
Not skinning
Not flat
Not mini
She was an athlete with big thighs
With dimples at the bottom of her spine
Always having tea before bed
And she’d tell me how much she loved me in her sleep
Her voice on recording was never deep
It was a shriek
A squeak
A soprano leap
She stood on a scale
And her face would go pale
Pulling out that perfect hair
Always giving her best stare
She’d buy jeans a size to small
She’d squeeze in and appear tall
But it hid her stomach
Yet she’s some how most beautiful
The way she had conversations in her dreams
And go on and on about history
She’d always know what mattered most
But now that poor girls a ghost
No longer around because of what I said
And I lost her with all this dread
I lost the girl I loved most
The most beautiful
Even though the naked eye could not see
I lost her to heaven because of the misery
Now I’m remorse
Because of her corpse
I killed the most beautiful girl
