I’ve never been any good at math, but I know that I’m only a fraction of myself since you left. I hate that you’ve reduced me to nothing but blank stares and bloodshot eyes, but I still wish you were here to make me whole again. I wish you were here to be mine again.

I’ve never been any good at anything at all but don’t tell me I wasn’t good at being yours. I was so in love with you that I wanted to write it on every surface of your skin and every nerve ending. I wanted you to feel my love in your bloodstream even after you left.

I hope my lips still haunt you when you don’t fall asleep fast enough. I hope you look for me in every persons face you see on the sidewalk and I hope you look for my green eyes every time you see her murky brown ones. I hope you realize you made a mistake when you kiss her neck and suddenly wish you weren’t tasting her skin but mine instead.

I hope it tears you apart and I hope you call me on the phone at 3 am because you need to tell me you’re sorry but god please can we just try again.

I hope I don’t pick up.