When you no longer love me I think I will know it,

And it won't be because I've betrayed you.

It will be signs in things that once made you sing,

Instead now they abstain or repulse you.

When I no longer tickle your fancy but instead I tickle your last nerve.

When I no longer ignite your pulse but instead I extinguish it.

When I no longer sing through your skin but instead I pierce it.

I know you you will no longer love me.

When I’m no longer the breath that fills both your lungs, instead I take needles and puncture them.

When I’m no longer the stream that carries your dreams, instead I capsize you and drown them.

When I’m no longer the fuel that feeds each of your bones, instead I withhold it and starve you.

I know you will no longer love me.

It won’t be because my smile’s gone stale; it won’t be because you dislike me.

It won’t be because my affections set sail; it won’t be because you’ve lost me.

When you no longer love me I think I will know it,

And it won’t be because I’ve betrayed you.

It will be because you simply forgot,

Each part of me that once amazed you.