for all those words i thought but never said,
for every dream you dreamt, left unfulfilled by me,
for that life you lived for the both of us,
i want to give something back,
but there isn't very much going for me,
so all i want, for once, is to die for you.
a love so intense, can never be unrequited,
feelings only i felt, but never exhibited,
moments that i cherish, but can never recall,
i want to leave something to speak of it.
some speak, but never do.
you said i did neither.
now i want to speak, and i promise i'll do.
for all that hurt i caused, i want to die for you.
a certain something pulchritudinous.
inexplicable, undeniably powerful,
ironical, perverse yet pure,
a truth that was lost, found, and lost again.
a desire i have to prove myself,
to show i wasn't who you thought i was.
but i can't anymore, you are lost.
so an answer, an end, i want to die for you.
no love any longer, only realization.
sometimes it is best incomplete, to remain existent.
perhaps it wasn't to be, perhaps better that way.
i don't believe it, for it was so right,
and now i want to lose myself in you, to find you.
you, beyond you, that close i want to be.
you, beyond Him, so much i want to possess you.
you, beyond death, my truth, i want to die for you.