If I were to care
More
It would hurt
If I were to care
Less
I would go numb
If I were to hide away
From pain
I would grow pale
If I were to run
From people
I would grow old
If I were to love you
I would become scarred
If I were to hate you
I would fill with holes
If I were to leave you
I would have to start over
I’d be left
Staring at myself
A mayfly lives
But one day
Flying
Dancing
Loving
Dying
All in a single
Day
Written 15th December 2015