I don't know what I want or how to express it.

All I know is that you've been on my mind for so long, it's not sane anymore.

But even if I don't know what I want, I know what I definitely don't want : you leaving me.

The world is your kingdom and I've been living in it. It's the only home I've ever known and I wish I was your queen to share it with you.

But for the mean time I will keep being your clown, your fool for however long you'll let me.

I'm desperate, my own thoughts are scaring me. I'm tearing myself apart trying to feel anything other than my love for you.

Maybe I'm hurting because there's nothing else left in me to feel. And maybe, just maybe, I'm afraid that nothing, no one, not even you, could ever fill that emptiness...