You Are My Roller Coaster

I used to wake up to the sound of his giggles
The sound of laughters when he managed to disturb me dreaming of beautiful things that didn't consists of him by his tickles
I used to open my eyes in the morning having blue curvy eyes as the first thing to stare at
Even when it closes sometimes it could still blow away all my mad
I used to wake up to the tingling fingers that danced on my belly
No matter how much I hated mornings he still managed to lighten the weight of the World I kept telling him that its too heavy
I used to wake up being on the higher side of my water bed
Sometimes I even get to see him sad because he woke up all wet
I used to wake up to the smell of the flowers I planted and waited for months and took care of like a baby
Only for him to pluck and put it infront of my face
He sure knew how to play with my feelings
Because everytime he does those little things it had always been so wrong
But it still managed to make me happy
I used to wake up to recordings of The Smiths or the sound of a recorded football game
No matter how much I hated being awake by noises
I still ended up singing along or sitting beside him watching the game
He sure knew how to play with my feelings
Like that one night he blind folded me and played my favourite songs on a headphone so I couldn't see or hear the world and we walked to the restaurant we were supposed to eat dinner
that made me happy and excited and nervous 
the only thing completing me in the dark cold night was his hands
It made me worried when he let go of mine
I thought he let go because we were finally there
But I opened my eyes to see my dead lover
Now I only wake up to the smell of a tragic death of a lover, dying Japanese roses, a dry flat water bed, with some fading smiles of a person who was hit while I was happily singing to our favourite song, a person who never said goodbye, a person who really knows how to play with my feelings.