It's suddenly struck me
that we won't last.

I'd had it in my head
that we were set in stone -
that we had future, present and past
in the bag already.

But now that I have a moment alone,
I see it isn't so. We're just two
children, playing a game -
which, eventually, we will lose.

So if it's all the same
to you, I intend to give up hope
while I can - before I twist and subvert
your pretty lies into a rope,
cause my own destruction, and hurt
both of us.

Because we won't last.