Rip Beatrice Poem by Cmack Estevez

Beatrice
I could hear your voice
I hear it calling me
I'm sorry
Chris I'm sorry that I killed myself for you.
That's the voice I hear in my conscious.
I use to know this girl in second grade she was like a sister to me
We grew in school to the cool spring to the summer to the bummer times to the fall and lastly to the dreadful cold winter.
Beatrice was my friend
When I got in Middle school she started to have feelings for me in 8th grade but I didn't love her that way.
She was sad
She was mad
She became so obsessed with me.
She witness me with a girl name Natasha Renee Stephens
She hated her
But still loved me affectionately.
She wrote a poem about how she feels about me and performed it in class.
I was so flattered and speechless in my desk but I didn't feel the same love in return.
She was cute
No She was hot.
If I could turn back the heads of burden tragic times she wouldn't die she wouldn't pull that trigger to her head.
When I attended to high school I spent all of these regretful years trying to forget about it
But I can't it hurts inside.
You pulling that trigger struck me like Thunder.
Why I didn't care about your emotions?
Why I didn't do something
Why I didn't realize you were going to kill yourself?
Your last poem broke me inside my ice box it touched me it made my melody in my head cry.
Beatrice I'm so sorry that I rejected you.
You were my best friend that sent from Heaven.
You were like an Angel that touched my spirit and erased all my burden downfalls.
All I have to say is that I love you and you will always be in my heart.
I'm really going to miss you and your sweet memories.
Your sweet lips
Your sweet personality
Everything I knew about you
You were a sweet innocent girl and I respect you.
You were my earth
You were my friend
My sister
My ride and die
My Queen
You were a princess
And lastly you were an Angel and my Beatrice of love and my reality.
I could never let you go I's too painful
Rip Beatrice I love you I'm sorry and I see u soon.