If you ever left me, I’d cry enough tears to fill rivers with sorrow. You’d carry it around with you everywhere you went, the weight of the past heavy on your back, knowing that even as time passes, broken hearts don’t mend the way they’re meant to.
If you ever left me, I would kiss your knuckles with the bright red lipstick I save for special occasions and stain your skin with the color of my ugly love. Even though you’d try, you’d never really forget.
