"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 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 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”