i let go of your saving hand,
plunging downwards.
my stomach sank
with the anxiety of losing you.
except now it is not anxiety -
it is freedom.
and i am not falling -
i am flying.
YOU ARE READING
the things i never said
Poetrythe thoughts kept hidden in my mind your typical cringy wattpad vent poetry
falling from you
i let go of your saving hand,
plunging downwards.
my stomach sank
with the anxiety of losing you.
except now it is not anxiety -
it is freedom.
and i am not falling -
i am flying.
