The memory of us

I hope you see my face wherever you go, in every corner of your life, i hope you see my face when it’s pouring rain and remember how badly you treated me, and just remember that i cried just as much as the sky.

I hope you see my face each time you hear an unfamiliar accent, i hope the memory of me haunts you to your grave, and i hope you taste my lips each time you try to kiss someone new-or her.

I hope the memory of me sweating from your touch or the way i wrapped my legs around you to pull you closer pops up in your mind each time you try to fuck another.

I hope the slightest move you make towards them reminds you of me.

I hope the slightest fuck up they do, the slightest pain they cause you, reminds you of how fucking good i was to you, and how badly you returned that.

I hope you forever remember how you shattered my heart as if it was a wine glass, and how you threw it away as if it was an old toy and the moment you bought a new one, you just got rid of me.

I hope , i hope you always remember how much i loved you back then, and how much i still do, sadly.

I hope you remember how i was willing to give you the world, how much i did for you, and how much more i would’ve done.

I hope you always remember the girl who switched continents for you, when you didn’t even move a finger to keep her.

Remember how i once called you home, only to find myself homeless the very next day.

Remember how i wanted to love you with my all, when all you ever did was make sure to break my heart to pieces that it would never beat for someone new.

Remember how i wanted to plant roses where she once caused pain for you, and all what you did is throw thrones on my way.

Remember the girl who wanted to write love poems for you, remember how choked her with her own ink.