i wish to hand you this fragile little heart that's never been broken, maybe damaged but never broken.
i wish to hand you this letter with all my confessions upon it, and see if you care or rip it up.
i wish to tell you that your my drug,
that your laugh is oh so addicting,
i wish to tell you that when you laugh at one of my jokes,
it makes me fly away,
like no high ever reached,
like no victory ever experienced,
like no battle finally won after decades of death,
i wish to tell you that when i'm gone, the letter i wrote for you was the hardest,
i wish to tell you that when i look into your eyes,
i do not look away,
i search, search, for that thing you haven't found yet,
sitting right there in your eye is the thing you wish to find.
i wish to let you know that when you fail you do not need to prove anything,
i wish to tell you that i am here, right next to you,
just waiting for that smile.
i wish to tell you that I've found someone else.
i wish to tell you that he was merely a distraction,
for my heart will always belong to you,
even if i never had yours.
i wish to tell you that i'm not fine,
and that yes you were right,
and that yes you are true to your word,
and that you have already reached your goal,
you do not have to go any longer,
for you,
started it all yourself,
your own,
little,
competition with yourself,
and that yes you have already,
                                                                                       won.