You killed me.
You killed me, the night I went off to your house, not knowing what was awaiting me.
You killed me, the moment you asked how my day was and told me that you missed me.
You killed me, the moment we started smoking on your roof and you leaned towards me.
You killed, me the moment you started kissing me, even though I told you not to.
You killed me, the moment your ***** hands started grabbing my body and you tried to take my clothes off.
I was begging you to stop ...
The only thing I can remember is your heavy breathing and your weight burying me into the ground.
The rest of me is dead.
You killed me.