you might leave me but i never will. i will haunt the hollow crevices of your mind you never knew existed. i’ll linger on your skin so that you may search for my scent in perfume aisles and in the napes of other girls’ necks. my memory will settle on your lips like fine wine, better with age, more tempting as time passes. and finally darling, i’ll have you shaking in your sheets, ten years after we end, empty and alone, wondering why you ever decided to leave that crazy girl who loved you more than she loved herself.