When I Have Gone

If you don't speak now, what then?
When I marry and leave, who will you hurt?
It will devastate me, trust me on this.
All those texts you send, those voice messages, my joy in them—things that seem so pointless to you now—they will break you that day.

I know you'll cry, but you'll hide it, pretend nothing happened.
Don't cry, at least. If you do, I'll suffer.
Maybe I'm the emotional one,
but you understand reality!

I want to be numb like you,
and perhaps marriage is exactly what it takes.