Breaking For Your Sake Poem by Justine Ramos

I can already imagine
myself a year from now
school is ending
and prom dates are stirring
you'd be there at prom
I wonder with who
but I remember when
you said "i'll take you"
I guess that's no longer option
and I understand why
but I can't help but imagine
and picture myself cry
then someone will text me
asking if i'm okay
and like always I'll reply
"I'm going to be"
but I'm not so sure anymore
I just don't want to imagine
you holding someone else
tasting their lips
and skimming your fingers across their skin
and then comparing me to her
and it'll probably be a harsh critique
but I understand
we had to leave
are roads had to separate
and It'll be hard
but I hope you taste her lips
and skim your fingers across her skin
and hold her tightly
even if It'll crush me within
I won't be happy
but you will
and at least one of us
is saved