Fuck You

Your stupid face

for burning itself onto my eyelids

and stamping itself in permanent ink on everything I ever saw you touch.

Your flashy-ass car

that electric shade of blue that pulls my heart out

through my shirt every time it flits past the corner of my eye.

Your fucking house

that I still drive to when I put myself on autopilot

because being there was the closest I’ve felt to being home in years.

Your calloused hands

I still feel on the sides of my face,

pulling me in to kiss the ghosts of your lips.

The odor of you after work,

all oil, and mud, and Irish Spring

whipping my butterflies into a desperate frenzy.

For reminding me how to love

just as the one foot you kept out the door froze over.

For giving her everything I never had the balls to ask for.

For being someone I couldn't hate if I tried.

For giving me memories I'll never regret.

and...

just…

fuck you...