I will be okay.
It may not be today,
I might still be crying over you tomorrow, or the day after
But I will be okay.
Someday, I will look at your profile
Not with the tears lining my lashes
And questions clouding my eyes
Of how unphased you still seem
How you probably never cared
Of how I would have fought
The entire world for you, with you
But instead, you directed all your weapons towards me,
Scratching over all my dusted scars with them.
I may not be okay today,
But I will be someday.
And that day, I hope,
Your profile only brings out that
nostalgic smile on my face,
remembering, not the scars but the memories
remembering not the end, but the journey
remembering not your last text,
but the numbered infinity,
our short friendship created
using the countless exchange of words
which will be forever inscribed in my heart.
Cuz even if you could ask me to forget this ever happened
My heart could never.
