• I sit here and wonder when you'll return,
    I know what I heard on that earlier day.
    I had walked, yes you could say stalked, with you for weeks.
    I had a certain feeling you knew I was there, unlike everyone else.
    You knew I was real, you knew I was there and living. Not just a thing to mock or shun.
    I almost thought you understood me. And yet....We hadn't even met.
    On that day you left my life. Not like walking away to leave but leaving the face of our demented warped world.
    I know that there's no chance for you to return; because I saw that cloaked figure, I saw the flash of a gun, And I saw the pain flooding into your eyes as I fled.
    But still I wait, I'll always wait. I'll always wait for the one love that I couldn't save from the killer.
    I will wait for the one I couldn't protect, from everything bad. Everything I brought to you by being there.
    I knew that that day the bullet shot was meant to go past you and into my chest.
    And I for one shall never EVER forgive myself for that. My note will be always posted on the bridge that I cast myself off of.
    And I will wait, not touching the note I left for you as nobody else ever notices my confession of my love or the small pale girl with tearstreaked face looking at all the people who shunned her.
    Looking and waiting for the beautiful person I couldn't protect.