Recovery

When You Leave

Listen, if you're going to leave that's fine. And I know you promised you wouldn't seven months ago while I was crying into your neck but I also know that sometimes it rains even when it's not supposed to and sometimes boys kiss girls they shouldn't and we tear flowers out of the ground just to watch them die and things change, so I understand if you're done, but please, when you're packing all your old sweaters and books, don't forget to take all your three AM phone calls, and photographs where we're smiling so wide it looks like we've never known that feeling in the pit of your stomach when someone screams "I don't love you anymore." Take back every kiss, every night you fell asleep next to me, every poem I wrote you, every song you sang to me, every "I love you more fight", every shock I felt in my skin when you brushed against me. I was never scared of ghosts until you left but now I see you everywhere and god if you're going to kill me please just do it quickly because I see you in everything and it's making it hard to breathe.