Listen,
If, you're going to leave, that's fine.
And i know you promised you wouldn't
five 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 texts, 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 afternoon you fell asleep next to me, every poem I wrote you, every song you sent me at one in the morning, 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
I won't say i miss you but i think my mother knows anyway.
