I saw your face, your mousy hair framing those eyes. The eyes I wish to forget, but never can. I saw you leaning on that rusted pole, not seeming to care about your cardigan being ruined. I left it there for you to burn, not adopt into your life. God save my wretched soul, why can't I not care?
So absorbed in thought was I, I didn't seem to notice you, crawl behind that crowd of red and knock on my walls. Echoing against my will to run, I saw again the pain I caused, and you just looked so broken. Oh, why did you meet me in the first place?
You argue again, not seeming to care that every word tears me a little; your army has done so much that I cant look you in the eye anymore, because I know if I do I wouldn't be able to look away. I'll be trapped in your memories, and soon you'll realise, what a fool you've been. What will I do then?
Every night I see one thing, your face with that smile lighting it. That smile that makes me smile like that, even when I don't want to. I cant mourn you coming into my life because all I feel is gratitude. That is why I can't lose you because being with me will deprive you of that beautiful smile, then what will I do?
Everyone seems to tell me that I am wrong, that I should just tell you how I feel, but they do not know, I already have. You are so precious to me that I can't seem to be selfish with you. I've done it before, and I killed them, it almost killed me. How can I love you when I've lost everything I love?
I see what they say now; your eyes are truly dying now; I wonder if I should tell you how I wake up every day just to make you smile, because I know if I don't, you will never forgive me. If I should tell you how I see you in everything, every bright green leaf reminds me of your neon green hair; I pick every lilac flower I see to keep next to my bed, so when I wake up, you are the first thing I see. Should I tell you what I feel?