One week from now,
you won't remember the flavour of
my favourite ice-cream, and I'll
stop sulking because you're forgetful
and that's okay.

Two weeks from now,
a message of mine that you never got to
reply won't matter because you never
brought it up and we both just kind of
forget about it.

Three weeks from now,
we'll have our first fight and we'll cry
for the whole night thinking
is this how it feels like to be in love
and you'll call and say that you love me.

A month from now,
I'll forget all the hurtful things you've said to me
because I know you didn't mean it
and I'll have hurtful things to say too but
I'll bite my tongue because I love you too.

Two months from now,
the picture of your lock screen won't be
my face anymore because you see me everyday
so there's no point to that but mine will still be you
because at night, I will yearn for you.

Four months from now,
we will have days when we don't even talk
at all, and it ****** so bad at first
but we'll get used to it, unfortunately
because we have lives to lead.

Six months from now,
I'll pull an all-nighter due to the
cups of coffee I had the morning before
while waiting for you because
you never showed up.

Eight months from now,
a girl will answer your phone because
you have a group project and you'll send her home,
then come to mine to assure me nothing's wrong
but you'll smell like her.

Ten months from now,
I won't be sleeping in my bed anymore
because I'll roll over to your side and cry
until my eyes turn red so I move to the couch
to spare me of pitiful self-loathe.

A year from now,
you'll cease to exist in my world, and
so will I because by then I'll have left it
and it will crumble of my absence
and I hope you'll do too.