Someday you'll look up and barely conscious you'll wonder if something is missing. I know you won't cry for my absence because you forgot me long ago. Was i so unimportant or insignificant? I know you won't try for me, even though I'm the sacrifice. At least not now. Though I'd die to know you love me, you'll never say it.
I know what you do to yourself. I breathe deep and cry out.
If I bleed, I'll bleed knowing that you don't care. If I sleep just to dream of you, I'll wake without you there.
But now you belong to the clutches of the past. Soon, a distant memory. But something I can't forget.
