One day, I won't need to protect my memories.
One day
I'll have stopped loving you
enough to let my guard down and
remember
each
and
every
vile thing you ever did.
And I will whisper...
I don't love you anymore.
Screaming it won't make it heard.
You've turned deaf to my lectures and pleas
and logic.
You won't know it.
You won't care.
It will hurt you.
It will be losing your mother all over again
Without the innocence of being 2
to save you.
You won't know it. You won't care.
But it will never be the same...
for you.
