will it be with something I’ve known
like it was sitting
on that shelf
for years
pretending to not have a blade
before it came down upon me
you sat next to me
for so long
and then I was
holding you
sometimes I think
it could be lies because
I have
never liked the truth
and being deceived into
my own ending would
just be too fitting
or maybe
it will be your eyes
because if you stare at something
too long
you’re bound to turn to stone
you probably think
I stare too long
I think I need a lifetime
if I keep thinking about
how I will end
maybe the universe will not
take the trouble to
do it