I watched her glossy black curls bounce

as she walked away on long, creamy legs.
I longed for her to turn and show me her cherry smile;
the one that said, “I will be famous.”

I could tell, when her chocolate eyes met mine
that I was what she desired.
But can you believe, that when I came to return her love,
she screamed and called me a stalker.

And suddenly I was staring at her beautiful lifeless body
and thinking how amazing it would be if only there were two of her.
And  with a slice of my saw, there was. But the blood.
All the blood had to go, for it distracted from her pretty ruby lips.

Oh her pretty lips, how I longed to see them smile at me again--
so I cut it forever into her beautiful porcelain face.

After all she should be happy, I made her famous.