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 when 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 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.
-i won't say i miss you but i think my mother knows
anyway
