when you kiss me, i can see the future of us.
years away, you will move in with me,
and we will have no more secrets,
our entire lives will be put on display.
i will pretend that i dont hear you crying in the shower
and you will turn a blind eye to the blades you find under my pillow.
i wont notice how you never seem to sleep
and you wont mention when i have to scream just to feel alive.
im not sure i want to have to watch you slip through my fingers
and i dont want you to have to see me fall apart.
so maybe
we should be strangers.