What we could have done from here.
All those moments we could have shared.
An epic, an era, a whole new story to be written.
Instead, off the rails we continue to go.

I never stopped loving you
I never stopped praying to all the sacred things.
Every time you swore that this would be the moment.
You continued to force me deep in the back of my head.

The concentration of all this effort to keep me in a box.
These activities that have dampened the fires that burned for you.
The flames that keep licking the soles of my feet.
Burn as I must during this crusade my voice will not fade.

That the people you always see in your head and in your dreams.
Your imaginary friends are a projection of your own life.

For months, no matter what I have done.
It is of no matter how much I’ve locked myself away.
It is of no matter how much I begged you to stay.
It is of no matter the number of times I begged at your feet.

I finally see the light of my love.
I finally see the darkness of your mind.

Who I am, who I will ever be, is who I have ever been.
My actions are my own, my life is my own, I just wanted to share it with you.

I’ve always wanted to share it with you.
This is my perspective, this is my life, these are my visions.
Everything I have done and everything I will ever do, will be in service to the greater good.
Someday, I will no longer be here, waiting for you.

Maybe, with the coldness I leave behind.
Maybe on that day it will be the one,
The day you will realize how strong and powerful this love for you really is.
How dedicated it was to make you happy.
All these things for which I prayed again and again

I believe in you,
I believe in myself,
I believe in the path,
destined to collide,
and be one.

Where from here,
we may go,
is not destined,
or divined,
or yet even known,
I will not stay,
nor can you force me to go.