To the one I used to love,
I hope that when your holding your new girls hands that you think of me and the way that you used to rub your thumb on my forehand, even though we never really were official but you acted like I was your property. I hope when you're talking to her at 2.am you think of is me. I hope that when something wonderful happens to you, you wish i was there to experience it with you. I have a wish that you will think of a joke and automatically think of me and the way we used to joke around and how i used to laugh at all your jokes even if it wasnt funny. I have a wish that you slowly long for me in rainy days because you know that i would dance in the rain with you. I hope someone mouths something to you and it reminds you of all the times we used to mouth stuff to eachother and how you used to stare at my lips. I hope you see the dark sky and think of my eyes that i would catch you adore. Well most of all I hope one day you wake up disgusted with yourself and the way you used to lay your hands on my body in such a vicious way and when I turned black and blue you acted like it was my fault and not yours. I have a wish that every thing reminds you of me the way everything reminds me of you...well at least it used to.
-june 30th 2016
