I hope you
choke
for every
“You’re beautiful,” or
“I love you”
that escapes lying lips.
I hope you
falter
over corpses of memories;
stumble
into terrifying encounters
with guilt and regret.
I hope you
love ...
because you’ve never loved before.
I hope you
trust
enough to break your corroded little heart.
I hope you
are left
Shattered
Broken
irreparably Torn.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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