...I Wish You Happiness.

I hate the caution that directs me. I wish you knowledge of all my wrong. I'm sorry that I am. Curse these selfish feelings. And curse myself for hiding. I hate that I bring pain, And clear confusion. I wish that I could share myself. Days before you came, no words were worthy. You give meaning to sense, and always give entirely. I'm sorry that I lied, so sorry that I hide. I wish that you have greatness. And this is why I'm selfish, To share with you my thoughts. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, But I think I may just love you. ~Written in 2004 (Monday, 23rd, June) when I was fifteen.