I haven't exhaled since you

He would lay his hands on my cheeks and kiss me. He'd keep kissing me. His hands would leave my face, to leave fingerprints all over my skin. He'd rest his head on the space in between my shoulder and my chest. I'd look away. I'd lose my grip from his hips. As he'd pause right in between me, I'd let out the deepest sigh, never to exhale. I haven't exhaled since... He'd keep kissing me. As we lay, I'd feel his look. I couldn't close my eyes. Not for one second. As I'd slightly begin to rest my lids, I'd quickly open them, bigger each time I caught myself doing so. I couldn't close my eyes, because every time I would, I would see you.

When he would do what you once did, when he would try to do what you once did, I would hurry to swipe my fingers underneath my eyes, before he could see, before he could kiss...the tears. I'd brush his hand off my arm as he'd pull my arm hair. I'd pull back as he'd bite in between. It wasn't you. It'll never be you until its really you.