After all this time?

I think I'm going to **** you until the end of time,

when my voice has lost its tone,

when my legs have no more strength,

when my eyes can no longer see,

and my arms can no longer reach you.

I think I'm going to cherish you in my memories,

when no one meets my standards,

when no other person can dry my tears like you,

when no one else can make me forget,

because after all these years, you are still the one I long for.

I think I'm going to keep all my words,

and I'm going to preserve all my truth,

I'll try not to blame or mistreat myself,

I'll try not to hurt myself,

thinking about how I wasn't enough for you.

To think that maybe if I were skinnier, prettier, funnier,

you would have stayed.

You would have fought,

because I couldn't fight alone...