tomorrow, i'll be lying to you through a clenched jaw prepared for you to notice this amongst other nervous ticks. i want to be found out when i say i don't miss you, when i say i don't need you, or love you. i want you to know what i'm saying when i'm not saying anything at all.

tomorrow, i'll be talking about nothing at the top of my lungs and you'll be ignoring me. sound waves will be crashing on empty shores with no one there to greet them and the sand will get between my fingers and in my hair. i won't be able to get rid of this feeling for days. and i'll care even when i know i shouldn't.

tomorrow, i'll sleep too late since the echo of the alarm clock at seven ten am gives me panic attacks. i'll forget that we're crashing through the universe while standing still and i'll pretend like i'm not going anywhere.

tomorrow, i'll wake up and take four aspirins instead of one and walk around with shaky hands all day, unable to do the things i've been meaning to do. i'll text you from a block away, fingers stumbling across the keys, instead of talking to you face to face so that our hearts can keep their distance.

tomorrow, you'll find some other girl with a three syllable name and sound out i love yous to her. you'll speak mouthfuls and never get tired of talking. you won't live in this awkward silence with rooms crowded with quiet and me.

tomorrow, you'll be three states away with your new love and i'll be too tired to sleep without you.

tomorrow, i'll miss you more and i'll be telling the truth.