That Girl (Disturbed Love Poem)

I didn't notice her till now.
 
Always siting in tthe corner.
 
Of class.
 
We went to college together.
 
She was a genius.
 
Nerdy looking.
 
I was that guy everyone knew.
 
That changed after her.
 
. . . .  
 
One morning.
 
I saw her walking to school.
 
With a group of buddies of mine.
 
I left them to escort her.
 
She was rather beautiful.
 
Shy.
 
And softly spoken.
 
Abit nervous around me.
 
She hardly said a word.
 
But a "good morning".
 
We got to school.
 
Went our ways.
 
Till that class.
 
She sat in the back.
 
Deciding to join her.
 
A small smile appeared.
 
Sending my heart a flutter.
 
Tummy full of butterflies.
 
Occasional notes passed.
 
I got to know her.
 
Her name was different.
 
"Pandora H. Williams".
 
Very young to be in college.
 
Again she was a genius.
 
For christ sakes.
 
I've grown to "like" her.
 
No want her.
 
To be my girlfriend.
 
. . . . .
 
It was while till I got the chance to ask.
 
Luckly, she said yes.
 
We went on dates.
 
Movies.
 
Golfing.
 
Dinner.
 
Bowling.
 
And dancing.
 
I love her so much.
 
She loves me too.
 
I promised her I would love her no matter what happened.
 
. . . . . .
 
My Pandora hasn't shown up for classes.
 
For a long time.
 
I tried everything.
 
Texting.
 
Calling.
 
But nothing.
 
In till. . .
 
I found her address.
 
In the school records.
 
The attendance gave it to me.
 
It wants far.
 
I walked there.
 
After school.
 
But. . . .
 
What I saw. . . .
 
Will haunt me to my very core.
 
The house was in ruins.
 
It looked as though no one.
 
Had even lived there for awhile.
 
Broken windows.
 
Dirty wood.
 
Un-hinged door.
 
Walking inside.
 
Scattered furniture.
 
And resty things.
 
Trash.
 
Glass.
 
Old clothing.
 
Looking in each room.
 
Seemed more creepy then the last.
 
. . . . . .
 
I stumbled upon the edge of a bed.
 
There I found.
 
A book.
 
The cover read.
 
"Williams Family Tree."
 
Opening it.
 
Drawing of a oak tree.
 
Had names of members.
 
The last one was her.
 
Under her picture.
 
Was a news ad.
 
. . . . . .
 
Title "Young girl killed by Boyfriend."
 
Reading the story.
 
"Date of death July 4th, 2010."
 
The boyfriend had tied her up.
 
Raped her.
 
Cut her.
 
To pieces.
 
Then removed her heart.
 
Keeping it as a momentum.
 
His name was.
 
"Richard J. Kurt"
 
But. . . .
 
That's me. . .  
 
My name. . . .
 
. . . . .
 
I killed her. . . .
 
I loved her so much. . . .
 
She loves me too. . . .
 
She loves me. . . .
 
I just couldn't let her leave. . .  
 
Her heart beats for . . . . .
 
Only me. . .