I hear this song and think about the way you'd touch my face.
your skin was rough but you always touched me so gently that i barely noticed you were there.
you used to tell me my eyes were the most beautiful eyes you had ever seen.
you'd ask to hear my slow breathing over the phone while i'd fall asleep.
i used to exaggerate my exhales so that you could picture the waves of my hair pressed gently across my pillow and my mouth shaped into a small o.
youd embrace the cold winds of december and january just to see me fall asleep on your shoulder while we sat on the sidewalk outside of my house.
you were perfect in a terrible way.
today, i hate you.