Darling, Don’t Come Back

Darling, if ever you find yourself delirious and overwhelmed with the temptation to reach out to me, I hope you choose to crawl back into the grave that you dug for yourself instead. Darling, don’t come back. You made your bed and now I hope you cry yourself to sleep. Feel free to count yourself among the dead, because now that’s all you are to me. I hope you run out of air before you run out of memories. I hope I disturb your peace. In your eternal rest, I hope I’m the one who haunts your dreams. I hope the earth collapses and consumes everything. Darling, I hope the soil makes a home of your lungs. I hope you forget the words to every prayer, every comfort, every lullaby your mother has ever sung. I hope no one hears your calls. I hope you remember through the crushing weight of it all, that the pain you feel doesn’t compare to the damage you inflicted when you walked away. Now, I find solace in the depth of your grave, though six feet isn’t far enough for the ones who cannot be saved. Darling, it is what it is. I hope my name rests on your lips as you choke and gasp for your last breath. Ghost, despite your pulse, always remember you chose a coward’s death. My condolences. I’ll send flowers to your Momma. Leave them on her porch: A burning bouquet of forget-me-nots in remembrance of all the things you forgot like the way you said you loved me before you disappeared. Darling, I hope you know for the first time in a long time I’m genuinely happy that you are no longer here. Of every girl you’ve ever hurt, I hope I’m the one you fear. Darling, don’t come back. You are no longer welcome here