To My Favorite Person

I suck at writing letters;
love letters to be exact, 
but for you I am willing to try my luck

I ought to write you something,
it could be a song, 
maybe a prose or poetry, 
or this

I could write an essay;
it could be about your name, 
or maybe my wonders
if you felt the same

I want you to know, 
how much it hurts 
that you've let me go;
and how every day
I'm struggling
to get you out of my norm

But then, 
I feel fine, 
I feel great, 
there's no hint of regret, 
'cause what I have felt, 
is so much better than a fairy tale, 
and a story my mother has read me
before I sleep on my bed

For you, 
I want to say, 
how I wished I could make you stay, 
but now that we had separated our ways, 
in my heart you'll always stay.