i went to the place where we first met, and there i saw the corpse of who you were. i stood over you i let the flies hit my face i watched the vultures circle waiting, waiting until i finally left & they could pick at your bones. i stood there as the clovers ate you as my hands were left with blood. i saw your corpse on that hill where you said my age didn’t matter i could still send you nudes at seventeen & in love with who i thought you were. the you i thought you were died on that hill as it should have when i asked you to stop drinking too much and you didn’t when i asked you to stop smoking so much and you didn’t when i asked you to never leave and you did. you died on that hill. and i stood over your corpse with my own blood on my hands after killing myself for you. i watched decay eat you on that hill and i stepped back into myself and i walked away.
i didn’t bother to bury you. the vultures ate what was left.