And what happens when ...

 What if I drift away from you?

 What if I wake up, but not next to you? 

What if I forget how to love you? 

I know you are my habit, but what if I start to get allergic to you? 

What happens if this equation has no solution? 

What happens when my eyes gets shut and I fall into delusion? 

What about if fantasies are not real? 

And happy endings are not a thing? 

What happens when I cannot sit next to you because I want to forget how you look? 

What if I lied that my whole life lies in your hands? 

What about the times that I told you about how I desired you, what if I no longer remember?  

What if one day, I wake up and forget how to spell your name, would you still stay and keep the promises you made?

What if there are noises in my head? 

And I can no longer contain my thoughts, what if I told you I no longer want to talk about love?

 Would you realize that it’s been a while, and you make it difficult to see the love I have always desired. Would you try again with me?  

What if I get tired? Tired of trying to let you see, tired of forgiving your shortcomings, tired of you not remembering how we started, how your arms used to fall perfectly around my waist.

 What if all I want was for you say sorry, to ask for how I hurt and erase the Ill feelings, would you be eager to take a walk, so you could apologize and hold my hands. 

What if I no longer see a us, what would you say to change my mind? 

I thought to let you know that I would like for my head to rest on your thighs. 

You could run your hands through my hair. I thought to mention, I’d like for us to be quiet, I want to sob and show we never was perfect.

 What if all of these happens, would you be willing to get better? I hope so, because if dawn comes and I still weep over your crimes, I would leave you a letter.

 The end would say good bye. I will put down our best image. The one from the day we stood by the water. 

Not again shall I look back. If I remember your name, I shall no longer cry. I hope you understand, I just hope we’d get better. 

 What if I never wrote this? Would you still be willing to erase all the sins?

I broke the rules with you, I lied that I was strong, but I cried for you. 

What if you never saw me enough, would you have still been you?

 I just wanted to know, how was it that I called you my own? 

What if? Just what if? I never tasted the kiss from your lips. 

Or gave you all of me 

      OLU❤️