I hope I plague your memory
I hope my face burns holes in your mind
I hope all of your demons have almond-shaped eyes and speak in deadly poems
I hope whispers of my name cut slits in your attention
and dig trenches in your thoughts
I hope every time you see a head of messy blonde hair your heart skips a beat
And I hope it falls to the pit your stomach each time it isn’t me
I hope the memory of you fades quickly in my mind
But the memory of me?
I hope it haunts you forever