i hope you think of me.
i hope you think of the slope of my nose and the arch in my brows.
i hope you think of the rise and fall of my chest with every breath i took, how i breathed for you.
it was all for you.
i hope you think of the wrinkles in the corners of my eyes when i smiled, and i hope you think of how i'll never smile at you again.
i hope it hurts.
i hope the syllables of my name are printed in black ink on your tongue and i hope she sees the mark i left on you, oh no it may not have been good but by god it is permanent.
i hope her name feels out of place between your teeth because you were so used to saying mine.
you see, from the very beginning i wanted to engrave myself into you, i wanted to embed my signature with melted gold and red lipstick, i wanted it to look pretty, but we were over so fast i had to scratch it into your chest with my hands.
i still have your blood encrusted beneath my fingernails, like i still have the shreds of our Polaroid pictures that i never quite grew angry enough to throw away.
i hope you haven't let go of me yet. please don't let go of me.
i hope you think of me, because all i do, is think of you.
YOU ARE READING
the boys i've loved and the end of the world
Poetryfor the ones who used to love me, the ones who broke my heart, and the one who loves me now. and for you. for all of you. ~ catarine hancock's debut poetry collection. covering topics like love, heartbreak, feminism, growth, and more, these select...