Rush

She stood on the precipice
Flight or
Acceptance.
Would this be the end
Settling for half love.
Someone who doesn't only see her.
She is inspiring, truly something to behold
Strange that he didn't see her for who she is
On the ledge she looked different than before
Fearless but terrified
Like she had a secret deep inside
Toes teasing the edges wind in her hair
She was right there but already at the bottom
He was watching her
To far to make a move
He had all but pushed her over the edge
Someone so beautiful made a mess look appealing
To save her would be to selfless
Until he realized she didn't want to be saved
When it was apparent she welcomed the jump
Bittersweet freedom wasn't what he thought it would be
Gone