Stop reading!
Hey you.
Yes, YOU.
You know who you are.
I don’t know what you’re doing right now, who you’re with, or where you are. Let alone why you act the way you do.
I don’t know if you’re even reading this right now, but if you are…
STOP.
Trust me. Just stop right where you are and close the page.
You won’t find anything about you here anymore.
You won’t see poems with your name stricken from the lines, there will be no more thinly veiled attempts to get your attention.
This is the end of pity, and the beginning of another paragraph. Granted, you took up several chapters yourself, but we’ll start small. Right here, in this exact moment, change is happening.
I know you didn’t listen to me. You’re definitely still reading.
They say time is the great healer. With it, even the best of memories fade. Sometimes I wish I could personally choose which thoughts and recollections I will carry to my grave, and which would fall out along the way. I want to remember laughter, comfort, breaths, a bonfire, earrings and pillows.
But all the ones I would happily never see again are still there too. They stick to me, worse than fly paper, and there’s absolutely no way to get rid of them. A rainy morning, a silent weekend, a happy reunion, that look, a toothbrush, a shady path.
I told you to STOP READING!!
Oh well. This is it. This is the last mention of you. You’ll be erased from websites, books, cameras, and phones. Even you will wonder where you went.
Yeah.
Take that.
…..
Thanks for reading.
I’m glad you didn’t listen.
