A Note To Her Killer

She says she feels too much,
Much more than she should,
That her heart constantly threatens to spill out,
And there is only so much it can hold.
I guess one of the first things she ever learnt....
Was keeping a safe distance.
She can't make up her mind if she's proud of it,
But, she survives...
Else, she would fall apart at the tone of someone's hello or goodbye,
Don't worry, she doesn't.
Should you be concerned, she survives.
It's still trouble though, you know,
When your greatest weakness and strength coincide.
She is cruelest to the people she loves the most,
She calls it, self preservation.
What if, they were to find out she was capable of kindness?
Or worse still, love?
Or just how far she would go,
And how deep she would dive,
If you gave her so much as a little bit of hope.
She will not tell you her dreams,
She claims she's barely capable of any.
"What if, they don't come true?" she says.
I don't believe that though, I don't believe her.
I think she has dreams, and makes them all beautiful.
That they lie unadulterated, somewhere underneath the surface.
A secret mission to be accomplished,
No one needs to know of,
Sometimes, not even herself.
She's protected them well, even from herself.
Do me a favor will you?
Do not show her what she's capable of,
Or tell her things she doesn't know about herself,
Or give her a taste of what she's been looking for,
I know you for who you are...
A wretched thief,
You only have fun, when you break into security vaults.
The kindest thing you could do, is stay away from her.
Do not give her that smile.
Or promise her life,
If you intend to kill her.
She survives, you know.
She doesn't need to live.
But I want, so much to hear her glorious laughter.
Extract the last of her wishes, out of her.
Take her places she's never been,
Maybe, just maybe, show her love.
Guess I'll stay away from her.