One day both of us will end up hurting.
We will end up fighting so hard,
Saying words we wouldn't want to,
Taking each other by our ribs,
Causing injury to old wounds.
One day we will only end up exploding.
When we both cannot take it anymore,
When I say something and you decide that you must stop me,
Maybe when I'm tired of pretending that everything is good,
When I'm tired of wearing this mask and giving in to you.
One day we both will turn away from each other.
I will stop calling and you will hate it,
I will look at the sky and sigh,
Because we have not been more than this.
Our reality has become so burdensome.
One day your heart will break.
In many ways as mine was broken,
Maybe even in a more familiar bitter way.
You may regret it,
And I will have to pretend like I don't care,
I will have to act strong and walk away.
One day, I will look you in the eye,
And I will not say a word.
I will reveal my blank emotions to you.
One day I will show you the person you made.
The person you have tried so hard to mould
It will be hard but it will be easier,
To look at the bright side,
Because I will still love you.
And one day I will stand in front of you,
Beautiful, whole and free.
One day, you and I will have to agree,
I really did end up wonderful,
And whether you like it or not,
You and I will understand why.
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Poetry~where I tell you many things~ It would be a lie if I say I don't feel many things. I feel alot. But I also do not feel anything most times. If I change my skin and become someone else, will you still understand me? Why don't I tell what I think? _ ...
