Fall
Dear my almost happy ending,
You caught me by surprise, and even though I hate surprises,
I couldn't hate you.
You came into my life, with amber eyes and a kind smile,
And told me to fall.
Fall.
There I was, standing tall on a crumbling foundation,
thinking it was me against the world.
The way it's always been doesn't have to be the way it will always stay,
at least that's what you said.
Fall.
Alone is better, alone is safer, alone is easy.
Alone is lonely.
Alone is forgotten when you encase me in your arms.
Fall, fall, fall.
So, I fell.
A slow-motion, wind-in-my-hair type of fall, an adrenaline-rush with you by my side.
You told me to fall and I listened.
I probably should have asked if you'd be there to catch me.
But you were so good at holding me when the world got to be too much,
How was I supposed to know any better?
My crumbling foundation was shattered by your sweet words and strong hands.
You told me to fall,
How foolish of me to think you meant in love.
With regret,
A splatter on the sidewalk
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