A Book of Poems That Will Never Be Published

Angel With her Eyes Closed

Miahann James // 6:31 AM \\ 3.14.19

And with a shaky exhale,

I lifted my sword

And pierced through the skin

Of someone who hated me

Created and enemy out of me.

I watched her die.

There was no grief on my end.

The person had changed.

From raising hell on the sidewalks on her way to school

To crying every night alone,

With the lights off.

I killed her.

I killed that girl.

And I did it with my eyes closed.

I did it with my eyes closed

Because I didn't see any grief in her eyes

When she went.

She wanted to go.

She wanted to be destroyed.

So I destroyed her

And I did it with my eyes closed.

She was replaced.

She was replaced with a different person.

Someone more tolerable

Less annoying

Easier to handle

Cried much, much less.

She looked exactly the same as the girl I killed.

Black hair with bangs, thin rimmed glasses

Shorter than the average girl

There was something different about her this time.

This time she was smiling

It wasn't the same smile as before.

When she didn't smile often

It was only for a few minutes

Maybe a little longer

Maybe a little less.

When this girl smiled

It was the same smile

Only one other person knew about.

Only one.

And she smiled often around him

Because he gave her a reason to smile

Constantly

It was him.

And the same girl he once knew

Was still there, I admit

A ghost of the past

Yet still dead

And the girl I killed

She's still there

I just killed her sadness

And I did it with my eyes closed.

They both don't know what the future holds

Or how they'll react

But in the meantime

They'll go through life

And I'll do it with my eyes closed.