I followed you : Murder in the lobby.

I saw your dazling figure standing into the dark;

And I have your photograph into my left hand.

I followed you.

This is one messy war.

I stood near the "Caution Tape" while seeing your face covered in blood.

I can already imagine the last thing that happened there; the phone calls you tried to make and the hopes-the wish of you not being dead-.

I can imagine the struggle as if I was there; I saw the broken lamp and the blood near the window and I heard the one song that made my skin shiver.

The little box you used to keep near the mirror ;the little box with the ballerina you used too like so much.

It is all gone now; the murderer took the best in you.

The thrill and the nerves as all the people walked me by and I stood there as a statue while everyone is passing right thru me; pushing me to the wall.

I stand there for minutes and I took a final breath.

I go and follow your steps; the lasts one you made.

I saw you in the bar, drinking by yourself, lonely, complaining about the life you wish you´d had and I can hear the blue singer, doing what he knows best.

The inspiration hit as someone got closed to you asking for your name; you turned into the despair of answering as he smiled. Then he told you lies you loved hearing; you got back to your habits of being no one.

A beautiful no one.

He took your hand, leading you home into his Cadillac as he promised you the world.

But we both knew this charade wouldn´t last until you play the same game, but you couldn´t because you were too kind.

That night the rain had started; as he grabbed you hand dragging you into the darkness. He kissed your lips, holding you close, with your weakness ready to fall apart. He lead you onto your apartment as he knew where you were living; but you never cared that much, because you were ready to fall in love again.

As you both lay under the ceiling, making bitter sweet love, all the broken heart you had disappeared; It was a magical moment. But the magic itself disappeared and transformed into tragical moments, where you let him to take the best in you.
There was no use into wishing for hope, because you´ve lived your life; and even thought you´ve tried to get over it, by seeing your life into a split of a second, you knew there was something else you crawled for. Something you never found.

Love.

You grabbed the phone and smashed it onto his head. One glance and you were near the door, but the luck left you as soon as you looked back; you could see clear.

It was now or never.

No more connections between you and the world.

Love broke the code.

He tried to kill you over and over again. But you stood up every single time.

I never knew you were so strong .But I saw the fear that shined like a sparkle and tore you apart.

I saw it onto your eyes.

You were alone.

The final shot took its place straight into your heart. It was the place you´ve filled with understanding and pain.

The air outside was bitter cold. And once again I stood by the broken mirror, watching  the only thing that would made you happy.

The little box.

I never saw my end coming like this. It was maybe because I was rushing into love .And love itself killed the best in me.