Footprints to the End of the Road

So this is it? the end of the road.

I look back at my footprints, and think "my how i've grown"

I close my eyes, and you disapear.

I cry with relief at what was once my greatest fear.

I turn my head away from you, not letting myself see your eyes,

I dont want to know the look on your face, not as we say our final goodbyes.

It hurts me, for I know you wear that cocky grin.

For from your perspective, and where you stand, you still win.

You played me against myself,

Making sure i would never have anything else.

And hear we are, a white flag between where we stand.

Head turned down, facing into my shadow, reaching for its hand,

I leave you in your solitude, and escape within.

To the place I play pretend, the place not you, but I always win.

I feel your lips in the center of my forhead, and kissing gently on my nose.

This is your only good bye to me, now I must listen as you go.

I wish you wouldnt leave,

I wish that for once, it could be me.

How horrid is it, my deepest desire,

To rip your heart to shreds, so only pain it can inspire.

But alas, as always, I let it go,

Sinking farther in myself. To my imaginings, the only comfort I know.

I find the world I created a beauty of the utmost simplicity.

Happily ever after, is the only ending antisipated.