It was over a year ago, at the crack of dawn before school. I knew you always liked it when my room was clean so I cleaned it three times before you got there. After my shower, I walked in my room and I found you laying in my bed, your hips pointed toward the ceiling. I fell in love as soon as I laid eyes on you. You knew all of my secrets and monsters, you were surrounded by so much of me and yet you breathed in my sheets like the air was a hymn to the lord and my blankets were the mouth of God swallowing you in. You looked up at me and whispered Christ's name and smiled like you knew the entire universe's secrets. "Tell me that that body is mine." I would have told you anything if you asked and you whispered to me in Spanish, things that would have made even the devil blush. But your voice made it sound like you were softly singing symphonies into my ear. Your body was the tide kissing the shore every time it arrived. My skin was a wax candle and your body was the flame, so that explains why I melt in your hands. Every sigh of my name ripped my heart into pieces. I never liked my name until I knew what it tasted like dripping from your tongue. Each letter was thick and heavy with love. I get addicted easily, so I found myself suffering from withdraw when your skin wasn't connected to mine. Some nights you held me so tightly that I thought my body molded to yours. But when your arms started to loosen, I feared that I would lose your shape. I have lost your shape. And now that you're gone, all I have left is me.