i hope you can still taste my name between your teeth when the next girl kisses you.
she’ll breathe your name into your mouth, hands running down your back,
and you’ll feel her heartbeat in her chest where it’s pressed against yours,
and you will mutter her own name back
but in your mind it will still sound like mine.
i hope she hears it slithering down her throat and through her teeth and into her very bones.
when she touches you i hope every brush of skin on skin leaves scars that say my name.
i want the letters that i am made of to be peppered across your skin by the next girl you think you can love,
and i hope her fingertips burn when she touches your shoulders.
i hope she senses my presence,
feels me in the empty silences and the heated arguments,
when you look at her and all of a sudden you hate her for not being me.
i hope she knows that at one point there were forevers written across my palms that were meant only for you.
and when you say “i love you” for the first time,
i hope she says “i love you too.”
and i hope that you both lie there in silence and hear my voice echo back all the days where i loved you more.”