I wanted you
Like how the sun,
Wanted to shine.
It doesn't have to.
It shouldn't have to.
But it does.
For it is as inevitable,
As the sky above you,
And fated to do.
Like how I longed for you.
Like how the sea,
Longed to kiss the shore;
Again and again,
Endlessly again,
It should happen.
I love you so much, too much. I started hating myself for how much love I could give you but none to my poor, pathetic self.