twenty-four

I hope you smell me in your sheets when you help her into bed. I hope you feel me beside you when she turns over. I hope you see me when she laughs. I hope you think about how you broke another girl’s unassuming heart every time you check your phone. And I hope it kills you every time you walk another to the door and kiss her forehead. I hope you crawl back into bed, throw an arm over your head and hate yourself. Wanting more than everything you could need will always cause the worst regret.