BY: BLACK CREATRESS

Falling in the name of love.

Volunteering to take the leap,

Involuntarily being pushed off the of the cliff.

Plummeting.

Back facing away from the hard surface miles away.

You stare up at the one you claim to love,

The one who claims to love you.

The phrase slips past their lips and into your heart,

As necessary as a heartbeat.

“I would never let anything hurt you,”

Words you grasp onto.

Flashes of memories traveling through your mind at the speed of light,

If not faster.

When you felt the first spark,

First feeling, first touch, first kiss.

Their very existence is the oxygen you breathe.

The amount of distance is unknown.

Your lover rushes to catch you,

You try to catch your breath.

Try to scream for help,

Your lips are sealed.

You didn’t expect to go over.

But you did.

Freefalling.

The speed varies on the consistency.

Trust. Loyalty. Respect. Security. Affection. Communication. Equal. Admiration. Growth.

Connected.

Speed decreases.

Dishonesty. Disrespect. Lost. Emotionally Confused. Criticism. Controlling. Lonely.

Disconnected.

Speed increases.

It’s not a straight fall either.

No.

You see,

There will be rocks, tree branches, animals.

Open wounds,

Scars that are to develop with every stinging pain.

Every collusion.

“Don’t worry I got you,”

Words being shouted from the side.

Filling you head, echoing.

 

 

Love itself is beautiful,

But the pain and hurt that comes around the corner,

Have most of us confused.

Every mistake made is another scar.

Arguments are falling through the rocks and trees.

Grab onto one of the branches,

Hold a Grudge.

 Or fall through to keep going.

Focus on the love pit below.

 

For many of us, we are still in the falling process.

Bruised, damaged, hoping,

To be catched, to be healed.

Some have yet to be pushed.

Lingering at the edge,

Waiting for the specific hands that stole their heart,

To push them over.

Some already have been pushed.

 

It either ended in tragedy or happiness.

Some are afraid and restrain from the cliff’s edge.

The fall itself is a mystery.

No matter what path you decide to take to avoid this cliff.

It’s a dead end.

There is no question.

No doubt.

Embrace yourself.

Expected or unexpected.

You.

Will be pushed.