Only if it was easier to cross my lines and reach my limit.
If it was only easier to fly to where you are.
But I cannot without the fear of obliterate.
I cannot without loosing what I thought I want.
Until I can, parameters matter.
And I stay on ground, because I am not ready yet.
I am losing a chance at our something, beast.
For what it’s worth you were the something I didn’t know existed for me.
You were the chivalry in a plummeting world.
I wish we could quibble more.
But I guess I have to look forward to petulant brutes now.
Until then, here’s to a chance we never got.
Here’s to all the problems in our lives we never shared.
Here’s my tribute to my almost.
I was opening up,but it was your time to close.
So dear beast I hope we cross paths again.
Until then, you will be my almost, Love.
Beauty sends regards to Beast