tomorrow

i wake up at night to see you sleeping next to me.
it's not the fact that i'll know you'll go away someday,
or that your days here are few and counted.
i just like to hear you breathe and touch your skin to wake you up and have a kiss.
tomorrow you'll leave,
and i'll wake up alone.
but today, you lie here, in my bed, in my world, in my haunted eyes and truthless hands.
today i'll kill for you. and kiss you, and strangle you until you stop me.