Her smile
Her eyes
Her hair
Her skin
Her smell

These were 5 reasons I got out of bed in the morning. 5 reasons i found meaning in this sick thing we call life.

The sharp pain, it penetrated my heart like a thick steel blade. This was the feeling of when i first set eyes on you.

We locked eyes, we smiled.
My heart skipped a beat.
I remember the dry crackling of my lips, the rupturing sound of my Adams apple sliding down my throat as i gulped.

Something about that girl, she was dangerous but sweet, she was my ******. And I was her ******.

I remember the first time;

The first time our skin collided.
It was like a car crash, but we liked the pain.
I wrapped my arms around you, you held my waist. The smell of your hair hit me, I knew it was meant to be.

That girls gone now,
She lives nearby, she is healthy and well.
But she's gone, gone in my eyes at least.