poetry

hey, fuckface!

I hope
10 years from now
Your hear a certain song
Or smell a certain smell
Or even see a specific image
And you think of me
And regret everything you ever did
I hope you regret ever hurting me
I hope you regret making me hate you
And I hope you mourn
Like your at your own wake
Because you're dead to me
And I only remember you as an object
A thing in my past
I don't regret letting you into my life
Or doing what you did
Because without that
I wouldn't have found him
I wouldn't have found the love of my life
I wouldn't be happy
Or loved
Or cared about by the people around me
I would be miserable and stuck
In some dead end town
In a dead end job
Praying for the day I'm happy
You led me to him
Your actions and your words
Your friends and their friends
And the friends of friends down the line
All of those tiny little things
Got me here
So I hope you hate yourself
As much as I thank you
And thank your miserable little existance