What if...

I keep thinking...
What if one day, your eyes will just suddenly open,
and you'll realise I'm not that special...?
What if you see how broken I am,
and what if you measure the amount of damage
that has done to you already?
What then?
What do I do if one night, while you're laying awake,
waiting for sleep to come, your heart just recognizes
how you don't need me, and I just die in your eyes?
What if after 10 years, you stop seeing the fire in me,
the spark that you lit the night we met?
I promise you it is still inside me, flickering,
dreading the wind...
Somehow, somewhere in time, I stopped fueling that fire,
but yes, it is still here, but...
What if it will be too late when I finaly end this fight with myself,
and you won't be there anymore so I can share it with you...?
Stages of love come like waves, they act as the tides in us,
influenced not by the moon, but by time, and time is relentless,
Time is cruel and always against us...
What if a fatal wave comes,
with that undying strength of the ocean,
and erases me from your heart
leaving only a scar, a memory of me?
What then?
I'm still fighting with myself,
I'm still fighting for you!