About how you broke my heart by telling me I’d broke yours?
About the tender moments between the hard ones?
I hope so.
I’d rather not be a memory easily forgotten.
If I am to be anything to anyone let it be a regret.
One that presses their mind and tortures their soul.
I hope when you think of me you flinch involuntarily.
I hope when you don’t think of me you feel like something’s missing.
I hope you lament over the things you did and did not do, lose sleep and confidence,
destroy the things you love.
Build yourself a castle on the foundation of my corpse.
Live high above the others who would seek happiness.
There is no achievement in happiness.
You will grow soft and content,
and I would not have that for you.
I hope when you think of me you wretch.
I hope someone breaks your heart the way you broke mine.
I wrote this a long time ago and put it somewhere. I’d never put it anywhere. I found it the other day and realized I loved it. I think this is one of the better things I’ve written in my life. The girl who this is about will never see it, but you will. If you see her tell her I’m thinking about her.