when you think of me
my name turns to ash on your tongue.
I hope your heart flutters, your stomach turns
and you feel pain.
I am a vengeful man
filled with fire and fury
when I am wronged
I wish the retribution to be returned sevenfold.
I hope the places we used to go together
are ruined for you.
The food doesn’t taste as good because
each bite is tainted by the past and the memories.
I hope that every time you gaze at the stars
alone or with someone else
you think of the constellations we named
and the lies we told
to fate and to each other’s face.
I hope anytime you’re around sand
you can’t get it out of your shoes
or your underwear.
I hope that you get sunburnt every damn summer.
Twice.
I hope that your windshield is covered in bugs
and your pipes freeze in the winter.
I hope that every bad thing
that could, should, would
would happen to you.
I hope that you feel an ounce of regret
and no matter how many drinks you take
I hope that regret sits bitter, cold, and heavy
right in the pit of your stomach.
I hope you stub your fucking toe
when you get up in the night to pee.
I hope you run out of toilet paper
in every public bathroom you meet.
Mostly, always, and forevermore
I hope that you are unhappy.
I hope it eludes you like
Tantalus’ grapes.
I hope life treats you mean.
In silence and in schemes.
Finally, I hope
you know deep down somewhere
it’s because of what you did to me.