I fell with such difficulty,
weighing the pros and cons,
allowing my mind to cloud my heart
as it whirled out pictures
of you and me,
of what could be.
Slowly I began to see the
heart of the matter;
your heart in the matter.
It’s never been my decision,
but has it been yours?
Fighting it I got here,
fell completely off the cliff.
Yet so easily I turned
when you veered from the path
of your personality.
I stopped midair,
unsure of where to lay my
trust.
Now as I float,
suspended on pins and needles,
I badger myself for feeling,
reaching aimlessly for
a branch in open air,
a ledge to hold onto
and hide.
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