I didn't choose to be like this.
I didn't choose to fall for you, or to have a lesbian crush on you.
And you still don't see.
How sad you make me.
With every breath I take, I think of you, your face, always smiling or thinking, your hair, so beautiful.
With every step I take, wondering where you are walking elsewhere.
I may be a monster to myself, and possibly even a little annoying to you.
But I didn't deserve this.
I didn't deserve to want to die because you happen to be the cherry on top of my miserable, insignificant life.
But still,
I love you.
And I'm sorry I do, because it would never work out. And you are way too amazing for me.
But I love you, and I will do anything for you. All you need is ask.
And I'm sorry for what I'm going to do for you.
