I hope you shake our home with your anger and it collapses under our added weight. I hope that you raise your white flag, let the breeze scream out its surrender. I hope that those from the congregation trying to save us get ******* and give up on us too.
I hope that you unfriend me from Facebook, and tell your friends to do the same. I hope you destroy all the moments, cut the pictures of us into threes. Tear the worst from the best and burn through the all rest, watch my face distort in the flame.
And when you are with fast shrinking friends at every single’s club in Louisiana, I hope that you tell every ******* one of them just how bad I performed in the sack. In fact, the more you slander me the better. I hope you fill those sad, bloodless husks with lies.
I hope that you refuse to forgive me. I hope you move back to Tallahassee. In three years time, with your new life all divine, I hope you forget that she’s my new wife. I hope that sometime you’ll learn to love me and say that this was a bad phase of our life.
Tomorrow, I’ll bleed out what’s left of “forever” and choke on “happily ever after”. And you think that you’ve finally gotten over cause I never think to get sober. But I hope you recall staring down the unhinged frames on the wall, you’re coming down with me too.