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Sitting outside, it's a summer night, having a cigarette.

You left but not five minutes ago and I already miss you.

Nothing left to do now but sit and reflect...

I remember how you and I scared little kids in the mall,

Staring down at them with black makeup on.

A stupid, immature antic, but always good for a laugh.

We would lay on your bed, listening to music and talking about whatever,

While the hours we spent quickly slipped away.

Phone conversations that lasted well into dawn,

Ending when either you or I fell asleep while talking.

We would walk anywhere together,

Didn't matter the distance.

With your hand tucked into mine,

I could've walked to the end of the earth.

I remember you on your knee on your bedroom floor,

Holding my cold, pale hand and kissing my black-nailpolished fingers.

You said you would never leave me, we would be together forever.

The laws and judicial system say it's okay, don't care what anyone thinks.

Nineteen and sixteen, age to you is just a number.

So many people and so many faces that hate us,

Revenge from one end, defense from another.

I remember you not being ready and swore that you would only do it if I was,

And you did when I was ready.

No pain. No shame.

I remember everything...

Kissing on the picnic bench, swinging on the swings,

Walking home in the rain, smoking cigarettes shamelessly,

Writing our names on the wall, kissing in front of everyone,

Making them all cringe and glare.

You say I'm sexy and that I'm beautiful,

And as much I as I try to say no,

You silence me again.

It's getting late. I'm tired. I don't feel good.

I miss you and I need you right now.

I know you'll never leave me, but you've left me here.

I know I'm not alone. I carry your heart in mine.

But when I need you the most, in that very instant,

Will you be there when I call?