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when the world ends, i will

when the world ends, i will thank myself for being there for me.

i will sit in the deep silences of my bedroom

with its vintage bed-sheet made of satin,

spread perfectly across the bed, with not a wrinkle in sight,

and the soft breeze slipping in through a gap in the window,

thinking back to all the times i thought my heart had had enough

but it pulled through.

i will remember yesterday;

when we smiled at each other with our eyes,

and sat at the pier making promises we intended to break.

with happiness on our lips, we sang about our sadness; how everything complete, was falling into fragments of incomplete.

i will remember the words i thought would've dented my heart forever,

but the cracks healed soon,

as i walked under the moonlit sky

only to realize that the love i most needed was my own.

i will picture all the sunsets i noticed and didn't,

and i will remember all the mornings i woke up breathing the air of another city.

i won't mourn over all the people i left behind,

or all that could've been;

but i will cherish all that was.

when the world ends,

i will thank myself for being there for me.

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