When the eyes stop crying and gaze at the sky instead.
When the heart stops bleeding and starts pouncing at twice the rate instead.
When the hurt vanishes to give way for the ever stuck gloom that digs deeper inside of you each moment.
When your madness gets out of the head, and gets into the veins.
When it's too late to tell you that we could've been, been perfect.
When you could be happy without me, and are finally working on it.
When everything I own, reminds me of the taste of your lips, of the electricity that ran across my entire body with just the touch of your finger, and of the night that you left.
When all that city lights are blinding while the dark room is what brings you back.
When your words still bang across my entire body and I don't wish to save myself anymore.
When I know it's best that you go, yet my soul still yearns your presence.
When you're gone and I'm still here, waiting for a lie to come to life, for the magicians to play their tricks and bring you back.
When, finally you get a life off me, and when I'm genuinely happy that you saved yourself a disaster.
When I die.
