Corroding my cheek

Here goes that familiar sting in my eyes
and the tears that dribble down
they are rough on my cheeks
corroded with the tears
that ive cried so many times
over my teenage years...
i remember one night
i stayed at your house
your voice mesmorised my hands
and i couldnt keep them to myself
is it morbid i see you all the time
dead?

that everytime the wind breathes
i think its your breath...
your ashes are living in the wind now...
and i'm talking to myself
i keep going to ring your number
its still in my phone
i cant delete it
it would be like putting a blanketover your memory
erasing and forgetting...

and here's the cliche bit now
i miss you so much it f**cking hurts
the taste of your lips
the smell of your shirt....

those times we fought haunt me
those things i said and tried to ignore how i felt
said it was for the best...
but how could your best friend think i played you?
how could he tell me at the wake
you had hated me...
that id done nothing but break your heart

"he spent the last 2 weeks of his life miserable and it was because of you"

that rings in my ears...

"he hated you"