Eventually

I dipped my toes into the fire 

because I thought, 

eventually, you would want to know how the flames are like, or you’re curious enough to ask about the state of my skin.

I carried the bricks of your colossal wall on the back of my hand, 

because I thought, 

eventually you would hold mine too, eventually you would tell me to put them down, eventually, you would wonder how my footsteps never wavered when we walked side by side.

I poured myself a cup of pain, 

because I thought, 

eventually, you would stop my hands from reaching the cups, 

eventually, you would shut my lips closed and tell me “it’s enough.”

I locked my mind and let my desire take charge, 

because I thought, 

eventually, you would realize that something is missing, 

eventually you would search to find it, eventually, you would choose to save my mind over yours.