Ripping out pages from your journal. Take the long way home. Walk drunk down Harley hills. Curse the town and everyone in it. Reread the part where we stopped being friends. Where you grab my hand and make me promise to never let go. I can still feel your fingertips fall out of mine and I gently wave in the distance. I tell you to do good for yourself and when you feel homesick, please think of me. And if anyone were to witness this final act of betrayal, they’d see a sad girl screaming into a mirror, begging herself to stay. -AMT©️