the only reason i've been able to do any of this is you. i hope you're happy with what i've given you (my heart, my mind, more than i could possibly give). call me prince loveless, breaker of hearts and heir to a throne nobody wants. least of all me. it's an infection i can't help but catch. maybe i'm patient zero. are you in, or are you out? i wish you knew what i really am. i think if you saw the inside of my heart, you'd probably give up on me. i haven't even met you yet. look up jealous and vindictive in the dictionary, you'll get my picture. i wish i had the words to explain why i feel the way i do, and i wish
