I'm not easy to conquer,
Yet I concede defeat
Who else can make me soar
Yet make me feel so incomplete?
That's how much I love you.
Your smile's my weakness,
Your eyes are the charm
I wish someone told me
Love does less good and more harm.
That's how much I love you.
I'll give you what you desire,
I don't care the cost.
Just to see you smile,
It's worth all that's lost.
That's how much I love you.
I can easily take a bullet
Or trade your death with mine
I'll do anything for you-
To have you gaze at me so kind.
That's how much I love you.
I'll keep coming for you
Even if you never notice me
My pain, it doesn't matter-
As long as you are happy.
That's how much I love you.
I'll be completely fine
If your choice is him instead;
I'll say I'm happy for you.
For you I'll happily lie again.
My heart is breaking; if only you knew
That's how much that I love you.
That was the last poem he read before the radio show clicked off.
It wasn't directed toward her. But it was sad, desperate, full of sorrow and pain.
It was directed toward someone else, she knew.
She knew she shouldn't be feeling the guilt.
She knew it was for someone else.
These emotions belonged to the girl that hurt this boy, not her.
The guilt wasn't hers.
So why couldn't she stop sobbing into her pillow that night...?
I... write poetry? Fff. No. Wish I did, though. I thought I should prepare myself to write them, because we're going over them in AP Lit. Don't hurt me.
