I can't wait to hate you.
The day you don't come to mind
The years that fly as my heart mends
I'll stop reading the poems you inspired
I'll stop daydreaming of the infinite possibilities I once saw for us.
I can't wait to despise the thought of loving you
To be sickened of how you knew me so well
I'll stop singing these **** love songs
Stop writing about how you were and scream about what you really are
Our memories will  vanish with the sunset.
I'll forget the last year as if it never happened.
Because it wasn't real, my everything is still missing.
I can't wait to find the real thing.