Wednesday, October 7, 2015

The Mess Age

Don't push me
I'm beyond the edge
Teetering on whether to end it all
Or end it now
The partition is thin
Able to be rent by the slightest touch
And then
I breathe
My inhale was too much
I fall out of safety
Into the openness of flight
But gravity has a way
Of letting you know
That falling in love
Is different from falling for love

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