The Mountain Between Us

Are you staring up at the same mountain, Wondering if it works? Every cut of your heart bleeding, Will you bleed out? Or will you see my face on the other side, Or will you be met with the bitter winds you know so well?

Will it be the same, Even though you know it is different? Is it worth it— Are you worth it? Or will you be right Because you are good at filling yourself with prophecy, Will you destroy the beautiful love That is safe in your fantasy?

Reality has not been kind, Even though you are. Even though we know, You know, I know it is. Knowing you’ve been wrong before, You’ve been right.

Is the risk of the climb up, Is the air thin, Or is it a breath of hope You bury deep inside you Because there, it is safe? You are safe if you’re alone, Surrounded by people, But none of them are me.

None of them are you, And you know what you want it to be, But where you want it to be— To be where it was meant to be Means being vulnerable, With a heart that is already fragile, Held together by stitches You did with your own hands.

How do you hand it over, Knowing at any time, It could be over? It can end. If it never starts, It can’t end. But if it never starts, You will know it is missing—

Missing me, Missing the feeling That is so bright but burns. Is it better to be the moon, You can see from afar in your dreams, But it will never be enough?

Go to the unknown, Or keep it close to your heart, safe— But hurting. But will you hurt either way? Is it worth the fall? Will you catch me, Or will you be another scar, Reminding me that it wasn’t worth it, That I wasn’t worth it?

Or will the gentle hands That you begged God for be there, Or will He have forgotten again? Did He send an angel, Or a devil with a sweet voice— That voice you hear every time you close your eyes?

The tears fall, But are you able to believe in it all, Despite every fiber of your being Telling you to run into the darkness That wraps you in an embrace of regret? Will you go to the tiny light, Waiting for you to fan it with the hope That you hide so well?

But it’s not hidden from yourself. Will you wait to see how long the light will be there? Will it be there, or will it move on, Leaving you like the time before— The cycle repeating itself over and over?

What will you choose? What will they? And what if we both choose each other— What then?

Brace for the fear of the unknown, Both hand in trembling hand. The choice is ours—yours, mine, ours. Will we brave love, Or sit alone with our thoughts again, Waiting for our heads To stop fighting our hearts, Who know very well what they want?

When did breathing Become so hard without you? I chose love over regret— The choice I made to face.

I wait to see the reason to smile Instead of cry, Of the face I can’t see. The choice of patience. Love is, after all, patience, kind— Like the feeling overflowing.

I just hope it reaches you, And you reach for me, Over this mountain of fear, At the top, Where everything is clear.