Okay. I came up with this, and decided to do it to the song 'angels' by within temptation. this is one of my favorite songs, so I thought it might work.

another day near you.

You think You're hidden, and that I cannot see you. You are in the tree above my head, just watching. You never speak, and you think I do not know where you are. But I know all too well. I wish you would just attack already and get it over with.

But you seem thoughtful, almost. I know, because when the leaves shift, I can see glimpses of your face. Though I can never tell you, you are my sparkling angel. Your eyes gleam in understanding as I move further away from everyone. You know the sudden need, the urge to be alone, away from prying eyes. Maybe that's why I love you.

When I'm dancing, I wonder if you ever feel like this when you're flying, hovering above the ground. Usually stalking Ichigo. But now you are following me, no doubt to attack me with another chimera anima. You don't care.

But I do.

I wish I didn't. I wish it didn't hurt me when you greet Ichigo with you're special name for her. I wish I had a special name.

You do, in my mind. I call you my angel. My fallen angel. You're intentions seem so dark, until one really sees you. when I did, you became my sparkling angel, and I fell in love. If only you loved me back. What would you call me? you've called me Birdy a few times. Would that be my special name?

This world seems to have failed you. I know it has failed me. But you rarely show it. also like me. I only show how forsaken I am in my dancing. I wish you would watch me dance. Somehow I know you would understand; with no question, no confusion.

You are the only one who gets me. I don't confuse you; you understand without question. I love you for that. Even if we feel different ways, it feels good to know I don't need to be alone anymore. You saved me, my dark angel. This world has failed us; it didn't give us the reason why. It just did. And because of that, we are similiar. different, but the same.

In a way, it's strange we aren't together. Someone who only heard of us; heard these thoughts, would think it strange that we aren't a couple. But the painful truth still stands. I love you; you love Ichigo.

You're leaving now. You didn't attack me after all. I appreciate that.

I spot something in my bag. It's a small pocketknife I carry with me in case of emergency. But now it will serve it's purpose.

I pick it up, and begin to carve into the tree where you just sat. I carve and carve. When I'm done, I turn and walk away, not bothering to survey my work. I know what I wrote.

I LOVE YOU.