I will ruin every inch of you

You will hear the words I once whispered to you,

As you fall asleep next to her,

I will be your first thought in the early morning,

Before your dazed eyes see a face that isn't mine,

You will miss my love for coffee,

As she puts your cup of tea,

And you will be sad when moss no longer grows upon the tree bark,

Because the woodland is now too brown to resemble my hazel eyes