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Someday, soon, I guess I'm just going to disappear. Violet, blue, green, red—all the colors on my skin, including yellow and black, will soon fade away. You'll stop holding back your punches, and I'll stop covering my face. I'll laugh, and you'll stop wondering why. I've been passively living; I wonder when it will change into active. I guess I'm just waiting for a change to follow all my life. I guess I should've been the one to make it for my own.
Do you love me yet?
Someday, soon, I guess I'm just going to disappear. I don't want to fight you, but I must. You'll feel like a part of you has gone missing, but I'm not going to get my hopes up. You've been the one to sabotage yourself, and I shouldn't be held accountable for backing away from the madness that is the captivity of your assumptions. [Pain doesn't weather in time,] and I don't hope that you'll live like this forever because I know how loneliness kills, just like words or the bodies under the boards, but maybe you deserve it. [You've been the one to sabotage yourself,] and maybe one day, you'll understand why I keep asking you, "Do you love me yet?" because you never did, never once did, and when you do, it will be too late.
Do you love me yet?
Someday, soon, I guess I'm just going to disappear. And I doubt you'll have any idea what happened to me.