I would do anything for you

I would do anything for you - Foster the People

Never want to stand up for myself, never want to get in the way...

I've been this way for as long as I can remember. I've always fought an internal struggle to overcome this, constantly pushing against the negative thoughts in my mind, trying to prove them wrong. But I have led a bitter, short life. I'm only eighteen years old and there was a point that I couldn't name one single person in my life that I cared for.

Until the day I met you.

Oh you were everything that I needed. A breath of fresh air. Warm sunlight entering the very dark recesses of my mind. You were love. You were beauty. You were pure and golden and sweet. The very first moment that I laid my eyes upon you, I was enchanted. Infatuated. But then it became deeper. It became an obsession, a need more than a want. It was though you provided the oxygen that my lungs needed and without you I would die.

It became painstakingly obvious that you did not return my feelings; you were more interested in the materialistic shallow boys with all of their money and popularity. But I knew you weren't one of them. It was all a facade, all an act. High school is a tough place to be and in order to survive, you had to be the exact opposite of who you truly were. Which is what you did.

So naturally I had to take matters into my own hands.

I had to make you see who I was. Who you were. I had to take you away from it all, you were far too good for any of it. I would do anything for you. I've told you that before. I'm nearly one hundred percent sure you didn't believe me though, which is what led us to where we are now. Standing on the precipice looking down at the stormy sea below. 

It's night time and the stars twinkle in the sky like they couldn't care less what I am about to do. The cold wind hits us like a solid brick wall. You're begging, pleading. Struggling futilely. Telling me you'll listen to me if I just take you home. 

But I don't think you quite understand. The world is such a harsh place for a girl as fragile as you. You wouldn't make it. I'm only being kind. My grip on you is tight enough so you can't escape, but I now reach for your hand.

I would do anything for you. Don't you see that?

With one final smile, I take a step forward. The wind rushes past us so fast I don't even have time to look at you before the angry waves envelope us whole.

The End

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