I’ve fallen for you
and I’m still falling
like out of a plane
without a parachute
or from a building
without a net
without a care
without a worry
without any concern
at all
it’s just so rare
that sometimes
it just feels good
to let yourself
fall
to feel yourself
falling
and when I hit the ground
as I surely will
it will be with
open arms
and a
smile.
Old habits hang like nooses
brushing against my throat
against my thoughts
tightening across everything that I’ve become.
I’m sorry that we fight like this
but fighting is what
everything has taught me
to do.
Sometimes I want to break down like an old car
because of everything that has built up
but Father would be disappointed.
Sometimes I feel that everything
I work so hard for
is for nothing
even though I still cling to it
like a rabid junkyard dog
mauling an old bone
growling at the sun.
Let’s be honest
being human is terrifying
but you can’t show them
that you’re weak or afraid
not anybody
not for one second.
But I can talk to you, right?
I would like it if I could talk to you
about me
about you
about nothing
about everything…
it helps to keep the sinewy rats away
from my soul.
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