Someone Has To Love Your Ghost

If the darkness wins and I die, I would rather not be remembered. Burn all my clothes, poems and photographs, for we were once a story where the beautiful and the broken collided. So there's no need to love each other's ghosts, and we don't have to give solitude and misery a reason to celebrate. As soon as I leave my body, I want to be erased from everybody's mind and heart, no memories, nothing.