I won't lie and say I remember everything about you,
but I do remember most things.
Like the way your jaw would set whenever you were getting mad at me,
and I remember how that was usually,
and I remember the way you looked.
Your sad brown eyes, with that hidden confidence,
and how tall you are...
actually you're not all that tall really I'm just damn short,
and I remember how you made fun of the fact that even on my tiptoes I could barely reach your shoulder,
and I remember the way you felt.
The way your arms could envelope me completely,
and warm me entirely.
I remember all these little things.
I also remember the things you said, the random things we talked about.
And I remember the way we fit, even when we shouldn't.
And I remember knowing you'd be there for me, whenever I needed you to be.
I remember how we fought over everything, mainly because I'm stubborn, and so are you,
and I can't forget about how most times you could only stay mad for an hour or two,
and how as soon as I messaged you, you'd reply almost as if you'd been waiting ....
But I also remember how much it hurt-
how much knowing you so well hurt:
Because I'm not beautiful in the way you crave,
I'm not Latina, or that mexican kind of cute,
and I'm difficult and irritated you .
and I know that I was never what you wanted, and my love wasn't the kind you needed;
I remember that no matter how hard I tried I just couldn't be the one to stop you tears when you cried...
I remember how I could know every secret your lips had to tell,
but only because I was a secret place isolated from the world.
A place that you knew you could run and be safe,
because I would never leave you, and you were always free to stay-
stay with me.
And I remember that in the end, you didn't just leave,
you took pieces of me in the spur of your retreat,
And if I remember right, I remember that you were scared.
I won't lie and say that I remember everything about you-
But, these are the things I will always remember.