Without You For You

It's supposed to matter to you.

If I were to die, and no one cared but you, that would be all I could possibly ask for without sounding so damn selfish.

I've barely lived, but I've lived.

My life is only at the peak of the first mountain, the mountain before the thousands of oak trees that I will have to travel through far and wide.

But you are my angel, and with you,

I've flown.

But it has never been enough to just fly.

So, I've also crawled, dodged, and sunk to the very bottom, realizing that you are the one it would all be worth it for.

And if I shall ever lose myself, I'd prefer to lose myself to the words I've written for the two of us.

My last dying wish before having to live without you.

M.G