I hope you remember me at the worst times. When you're kissing her, I hope she tastes like me. When you're ******* her, I hope you moan my name.  I hope those skinny white lines that you once found an escape through begin to bring me to the back of your mind when you're coming down.  I hope that every cigarette you light reminds you of the ones we shared that summer in your truck.  

I hope that you see me with someone new and it feels like someone is ripping the veins out of your heart one by one. I hope that you can never get high enough to get me off of your mind. I hope that the years of smoking catch up to you and you lose your breath. I hope you never fully regain it.