the world will still turn on it’s axis,
even though you told me you didn’t like my lashes.
it will still turn on its axis when you don’t call me one night.
it will still turn when you stop looking at me as often as you do.
it will still turn when i move on.
when you stop treating me like i’m some pawn.
and even though i’ll feel like the world is ending as i know it, the world will turn on its axis.
i will feel as if the weight of ten suns has been put upon my shoulders.
but one day, maybe not now, but one day; the weight will be lifted from my shoulders.
my life will continue as if it never got colder.
and the world will continue to spin on its axis.