aged whiskey

hell hath no fury like a woman scorned

I hope my name claws at the inside of your throat like a sentence you desperately need to get out but can't. I hope it burns like aged whiskey every time to you try to swallow it like it has no meaning. I hope your mom says my name by accident and it stabs you in the core leaving the taste of gunmetal in your mouth. Because we all know, you lost when you lost me. 

I hope every book slices your fingers when you turn the page in the same way that you cut me. I hope my memory has stained your entire life and that each time you try to scrub it out, it only spreads like pomegranate juice bleeding into fabric. 

I hope you feel a dagger to your chest when you realize that my love is irreplaceable and impossible to imitate. I hope it burns when you find out that I am the center of someone else's universe. 

I hope every time you sit across from another pretty girl with dark brown hair, memories of me haunt you from the shadows. I hope you search for me in everyone you ever meet. 

I hope your bones ache when you realize how empty you feel without me. I hope my absence leaves a void impossible to fill making it hard to breathe, because I never deserved what you did to me. 

Some things shatter, some things bloom. I took it personally because I never would have done it to you. I asked for a love that would last a life time but you made a promise you could never keep.

Maybe we were meant to meet, but not meant to be. 

If love can fade, so can pain.