A poem I wrote a while back.
“I’m sorry!” I yelled, falling so fast,
Gravity wins again, here comes the crash,
I wish to say to you once more,
That I’m sorry I hurt hurt you,
But was interrupted by the floor.
I cringe once more, expecting pain,
But none comes, it’s somehow not the same,
I do not feel, I’m far too numb,
Standing up slowly, I feel so dumb.
“You’re not worth it” I hear,
and sharply I turn,
Gravity’s confirmed my greatest fear,
You ceased to live, I came to learn.
“You’ll pay one day” I tell myself,
But a “not” creeps right in,
with the uttermost stealth.
I fight the fight but i know I cannot win.
I told you each day we shared,
That I’d always love you,
and that I’d always care,
But the trial of separation was proven to you.
I sprinted with grace to the top of the hill,
Gravity said he doesn’t want me too?
Time once more, for my favorite thrill,
sitting on the edge I follow through.
I’m falling in silence, so unsurprised.
I’m happy I’ll crash, happy to find you,
“Matthew” I hear, I open my eyes,
looking up at my lovely not dead, but alright.
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