I wish you would comprehend what it feels like to fall for you .
and i don’t mean the simplicity of the action of my fall .
It’s the weight i carry , of the befor and after of it all.
It’s like i am on a plane with my parachute in hand, and I slip before i ever had the chance to give myself the safety that i would need to land.
But the fall, it felt like freedom. And i didn’t care about the ground.
You made me feel like i could fly and even land, safe and sound.
But alas, your love lasted as long as my ignorance and gravity. And i’m left frantically, grasping at nothing and gasping for breath.
Inching towards death. And sadly, as i said, i carry the weight of how it feels to fall this way. And it is everyday.
I let myself go and fall to the inevitable demise. And i hit the ground, causing me to break every piece of me inside.
But for you, i jump, rather, leap into the sky because it feels to good to be in love with someone even if in the end, you die.