the sweet memories that kill

memories
...and it's killing me
that you're not here
to have your lips touching
mine
to not have your tongue
intertwined with the saliva
we use to paint our bodies
memories
..and it's killing me
to not have your hand
glistening down my thighs
and the addicting breaths
and sighs that would multiply
intensify
as we
mmmmm. rise
oh baby, you were my butterfly
butter-fly
yet i comply
didnt know
you could literally fly
cause we never had a formal goodbye
memories
...and it kills me
your amazing lies, while i lay
clueless with your morning kisses
and our sunrise
it's just funny,how a love can be so alive
and in an instant second, it dies
without a phone call, a warning
for theres no more good mornings
for these memories
...it kills me to not have you
near
...yet it would kill me
if you were
here