If i wanted to be remembered

If I wanted to be remembered

I want it to be like a pounding headache.

I want you to remember those parties, 

those nights of laughter flood back to you like a sensation of hunger and ache,

of yearning for something that already happened and can never have again.

Back to a time where your voice wasn't poisoned and words weren't filled with contradictions and

hypocrisy.

Those days where we sat across from each other in English class catching each others glances will 

beat down on you like the blinding sun in my backyard.

I hope you are nostalgic for me, 

for my hugs, 

my kisses, 

and that you'll never know one like no other.

I will be in the corner of your eye, 

in the dark corners of your room,

under your floorboards, 

whispering with my beating heart 

a constant reminder that I am here.

I will become a topic of discussion for 

weeks,

days,

months,

You will never be rid of my vivid image. 

If I wanted to be remembered

I want it to hurt.