Feb. 10th, 2015

Tripping

Feb. 10th, 2015 12:50 am
They say that love is like falling,
A gentle tip over the edge,
And then the rush in your ears.
But what happens
When you reach terminal velocity?
When you smash into the ground?
 
The air is sucked from my lungs,
And I can't breath ,
And my entire body feels like it's broken,
Blood seeping from my pours,
Because no one is there to catch me.
 
And I don't blame you for not reaching me in time,
Because you caught someone else.
I'm not mad at you.
I'm mad at myself for tripping.

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