Author's Note: This is my first time publishing here on Fan Fiction and also the first poem I wrote. I know it's not good at all but I felt that, for some reason, I should publish it...

Disclaimer: I own nothing at all

I lay here dying

With a bullet in my chest

With so many things I want to confess

You tell me not to worry

But before everything goes blurry

I want to tell you all I've felt.

Light rain is falling

And I can see you are worrying

But it won't hurt me,

I've been through more pain.

Monsieur, do you remember

That day in the Rue Plumet?

My father remembered

About Cosette

And he wanted to ambush

The house you were at.

And despite my feelings

I screamed and saved you both

I knew my father could kill me

For such an act

But I still screamed a warning,

I tried to be brave.

Armed men were before me,

But still I didn't care.

You see, when your life is all dark

You cannot let them destroy the only spark.

And that other day,

In her garden again,

I was hidden outside the dark, forbidding gates.

But still I heard every word

And my world turned cold.

You were blind in your love,

You saw only her.

That was the day I realized something that hurt me,

You loved her,

And you would never love me,

Despite what I realized, I still loved you.

And Those words you spoke of your love for her,

They wounded my heart

Much more than any bullet could.

There was also that day,

When I first entered your room,

I wrote some words with your pen,

Just to show you I could.

That day I was happy

Because I could talk to you.

That day was before you met the "Lark"

When a lowly girl could still occupy your mind.

But, Monsieur, I should tell you

How I first fell here,

When I saw that awful gun

Being aimed at your heart

I put my hand up

And I took the shot.

To see you die would break me,

Even more than seeing you in love with her.

But, Monsieur, Please don't worry

And just hear me now.

You see, I'm not scared of my death,

It can't be any worse than the life I have lead.

Monsieur, the rain can't hurt me,

Not as long as you're there.

Now, for my pains

The ones I've gone past,

Promise you'll grant me one last request.

When at last I'm at rest

Kiss my forehead.

I'll feel it, even if I am dead.

The rain now gently falls

And I can barely feel anything at all

But I feel your arms around me

And I know I always will

Because I've dreamt of this moment

Over and over again.

Now, I've only one thing left to say,

Before I travel far away,

"Do you know, Monsieur Marius, I believe I was a little in love with you."