"I hope you can’t sleep at night and you regret never buying me daisies because you knew they were my favorites and you can’t listen to our song without swallowing me whole thinking about that night we danced under the stars and the sky inhaled us at 2am. I hope you remember how beautiful that was. I hope you get upset because you never called me beautiful the first time I wore a dress for you. I hope your heart collapses when you try to delete the picture of me smiling and when you think about burning the paintings I made for you. I hope your spine shatters when I don’t look at you like I did. I hope when you make your tea in the morning, the bags I bought you, you don’t know what to do with your hands and you stand there barefooted in your kitchen thinking about kissing me against the wall and the fact I’ll never walk through your doors again. I hope your toes curl when you see me kiss another boy on the cheek with the same love I tried to give you. I hope you collapse and burn the same way you made me."