I keep your memory alive in my head,
It's funny how I killed you that night in our bed.
It makes me yearn for those moonlit nights,
When you bashed me up and picked up new fights.
Your touch, your scent, your face still swims before my eyes,
Your fist, your kick, your slap was your love for me I now realize.
I feel full of love, brimming with emotions unsung,
I'm glad that I had the guts to carve open your lung.
You were and will always be my first love,
The knife stuck in your chest is merely a minor infraction of the above.