Living

I never saw a future.
I never saw myself living.
And that was fine.
I could accept that.
And it was fine.

But then you came along and changed all that.
Now it's not.

I still don't see myself living.
But you make me unable to accept that.
I now have something to live for.
But I cannot live for it.
I could never regret you.
But I regret what I will do to you.
I don't want to hurt you.
But I will.
And that pains me.

How can I live knowing what I'll do to you?
How can I leave knowing what it'll do to you?

I never saw myself living.

But now I must.