Beautiful, you are to me

Climbing up that mountain,

I sat and enjoyed the trees.

I wanted to see the life that surrounded me,

hiding behind bushes and branches that act as shroud-

This isn't my mystery,

I'm your friend-

But you don't want to see that,

am I too upset by the world to be your somebody?

Then fine, I'll sit. And cry. And let you say your last word.

Goodbye.

...

But then I cry.

I break down.

I've never cried before, not really.

I can''t stand here watching you walk away,

because you hate me,

not because you love him.

The steps in my feet count to the things that matter most,

your heartbeat.

seeing how I can't be without anything but you,

do you mean the same thing I mean,

when we follow the trail unseen,

because we feel each other's rhythm pushing us forward?

It's the power of distance that drives us forward,

in a cardinal direction related to each other.

I wish You could see this with me,

I wish I was there,

to set you free,

or maybe it's the belief that you don't have to be.

Because you don't need me.

So maybe you're with someone else,

but I will keep fighting for what I believe.

So this is now why I feel angry, not grief-

because I promised something to you and myself,

and watching me letting you to go away is breaking that promise to myself.

Then fine.

I'll wipe my eyes,

I'll wipe the defeat with soot and mask your victory,

because I can't give up something I never loved.

Instead I've lost what may have been the greatest victory of my life.

I wish you'd have given me a chance to love you before you pushed me away.

And let my castle sink into the grey unknown,

falling from grace is her majesty.

Me.