I wish falling is like
how it feels when you stand
on an open mountain top,
and the wind just breathe heavily;
gently fondling your skin,
wrapping its warmth around you,
gracefully dances with your hair
like you're flying above the clouds;
making you feel lighter.
But with you, falling is rough.
It's the sound of cracking bones
and the screeching of the walls
of my lungs every time I breathe.
Falling for you is standing up
in pieces.
