Would You Miss Me

Would you miss Me? If tomorrow doesn’t come for me, would it matter to you? Would you have any regrets? Like ignoring my texts, or the way you treated me like garbage that was optional? Would you wish you had spent more time with me? Maybe taken the time to get to know who I really was? Or just treated me like a human being with hopes and dreams, instead of an inanimate object that only came to life when you were around? Would you feel anything? Sad, about the terrible things you said to me?

Would you miss me? Would you even notice that I was gone? Or would you just be angry because of the inconvenience of having to find someone else who would put up with your cruel abuse? Would you ever think back to the times I gave everything trying to make you happy, to make you love me the way that I loved you? Would you feel anything? Are you even capable of feeling?

Would you miss me? Would you miss always having someone to fall back on who welcomed you with open arms? Would you feel bad for leading me on and playing with my life like a child’s board game? The way you got by with giving me your scraps as I devoured them like a starving animal? Would you even remember the way I smelled, the way I looked into your eyes? Or did any of that ever occur to you in the first place?

After all of the time, all of the pain, all of the emotional torture, I have to know…

Would you miss me?