It'll never work but I want it to. I still would want it to and I hate myself for wanting that. I shouldn't have wished every birthday candle for you every year since we met. But I did. And maybe this was all the answer. Learning not to tempt fate any longer. But longing for you to see me as something beautiful and unbreakable was always my agenda. You see through me. And that's why I fell for you. And now I can't get up. Don't want to move. Only want you to kiss me better. You won't. You can't fix what you broke. Or can you?