I remember you.
Your taste, your touch.
I remember your sadness.
You always said life was too much.
So beautiful, inside and out.
You dreamed more often than I could count.
The look on your face,
The sweat on your skin.
It's hard to believe I'll never see it again.
You opened your heart to me,
You opened your legs.
I took what I wanted,
and never heard you beg.
You tried to save me,
tried to show me life.
You told me you loved me,
told me you wanted to be my wife.
Did I ever really love you?
I found out too late, I guess.
Missing your lips, missing your caress.
Since then, you grew up.
You did what you said you couldn't.
You're living without me,
living life because I couldn't.
I wasn't good enough for you,
that much is obviously true.
Although I miss you terribly,
and all the things only you can do.
