Randomish Poems

Falling

why.

Why.

Why.

Why did I fall?

Why am I still falling?

I wait.

And wait.

But you're still here.

Stuck to my heart.

My eyes glued to yours.

Not like I don't see yours glued to mine.

I fell.

It's normal to fall right?

Fall and act like you aren't falling in front of the thief who decided to accidentally and unknowingly push you down that hole anyway.

People do that right?

Sometimes we are a walking embarrassment.

Sometimes you feel you aren't perfect enough.

But I think you are just fine.

Why can't you see that?

People like people not a perfect simulacrum.

The hole.

I am still falling.

Some of you may have reached the end of the hole.

Chose to move on back to the surface.

Or continue to go deeper and fall into a new hole that is more or less the same as the last one.

It's the same. But at the same time it's new.

You fall, I fall, we all fall.

But it's our choice to ask the thief who accidentally pushed us down that hole unknowingly "hey! Can you help me up? Please?"

Now either this thief will say.

"Ew no. You're problem not mine." And just walk away.

Or they will say.

"Sure. Here's a rope." And that helps you out, but at the same time you're heart stays the same.

Or.. and this is the most anticipated of the bunch.

They jump down with you into the hole.

And you fall together deeper in this mess of heartstrings.

The thing is. This Thief made no real crime. They never knew what they did until you told them and asked politely for help.

And that's how it's gonna be in real life.

You won't know if you try.

And if they don't see you for who you are. They aren't for you.

Now you go do that.

While I

Continue...

To go

Down

This

hOLe

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