Listen.

Listen, 

If you're going to leave, that's fine.

and I know you promised you wouldn't

6 months ago while I was crying into your neck,

but I also know thatsometimes it rains even

when it's not supposed too

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 going to leave,

but please, when you're packing all your

old sweaters and books,

don't forget to take all your 3am phone calls, 

and photographs where we are 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.

Take every poem I wrote you, every song you sang to

me, every "I love you more fight,"

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 do it quickly,

because I see you in everything 

and it makes it hard to breathe.