pretty soon you’ll be standing at the side of a shitty bar with your hands draped around the small waist of a woman who looks nothing like me and her voice will sound like music to your ears and her hair will be the soft texture you’ve always adored
her eyes will shine with a drunk haze like the first star that appears in the sky each night as she asks you to take her home and you’ll believe she is your everything
she’ll hold your hand in public and say you taste like sweet sugar and you’ll convince yourself that she has every great quality that I never obtained
but I hope one day you come home and run to your blue patterned bathroom to splash your face with water that has the temperature of ice and you’ll blink your eyes and try to erase the picture of me in your mind
but I hope you look to your right and see a t-shirt of yours that fell perfectly on my naked body just above my knees and you’ll breakdown and begin to remember my crooked smile and freckled nose and you’ll hear my voice fill your head monotonously saying I fucking miss you and you’ll remember how I giggled whenever you kissed my neck
but you’ll remember letting me go and you’ll remember seeing my broken face and wet cheeks and feel like you made a mistake
you’ll remember that I always called you my night sky and that all I did was love you