To C.
...
It’s not often I pray to saints
But you were my exception
I realized we were broken
But I thought it was right
We were meant to be
So I asked for guidance
Cried and prayed
and wished and hoped
I don’t give up so easily
But I know you think your love was wasted
And who the hell was I?
Whomever was meant to be
I hope you love her right