The Damning Of My Poet Soul

54

I wonder what you think of me,

Do you love me,

As much as I do you?

I should tell you,

Now that I love you,

That I am afraid of the space between us,

And the dark.

You seem like a fallen angel,

Shining bright.

How do you stay so strong?

Fallen angel,

Please let go.

You shouldn't suffer.

Please leave me.

You shouldn't hurt.

I already so long gone.

And things are going wrong.

You haven't left.

And I have begun to hold on to hard.

You still hold on.

This will never last.

You and me.

Such a bright person,

In such a dark place.

Who are you to try to save me,

Because there isn't much worth saving.

You tell me that I am the only thing,

You're holding on for.

Your grip loosens as you let me go.

And before I hit the ground.

I realize you jumped too.