One day I won't miss you anymore,
or long for the touch of my hand in yours.
One day I'll forget how your name feels
on the tip of my tongue, the back of my throat
and every single corner of my naive little mind.
One day my longing to be yours will crumble,
and my hopes of "us" will diminish.
One day.
But right now, today,
my head hurts,
and my wrists they bleed
at the thought that one day
you will be nothing to me,
as I am to you.
