For you. Like you.

I've rewritten this twice now.

I want it to be perfect.

For you.

It needs to be flawless.

Intricate, charming, beautiful,

Like you.

Though I am nothing,

I want to give everything,

For you.

Bitter iciness plagues me,

And I'd die without warmth,

Like you.

I'd tear out a thousand hearts,

Then tear out my own,

For you.

I'd trade all the death,

With someone worth living for,

Like you.

But in the end, neither I,

Nor it, will be enough,

For you.

But I can't help it.

I think,

I like you.

For you.