Falling, not frantically
like the rain
eager to transition
from heavens to a lower state

Falling, not gracefully
like autumn leaves
slowly disintegrating
in a chilled breeze

Falling, with taste
as the seasons change
from heat and exhaustion
into a snug embrace

Falling, with no warning
into pools of blue
windows to another world
reveal I'm falling for you.

You loved me for my potential,
for that sparkle in my eye that told you
I could be your prize,
the gem you'd hoped existed.
You fed me words of wisdom,
as well of food and drugs and love;
the recipe of your feat,
hoping I would chrysalis and bloom
to the version of me you wanted
but I didn't,
And I never again have heard from you.

I could wallow even under a cerulean sky
And mask myself with accomplishment
But still in all of the beauty there is,
the absence of you blankets all of the good.
Your entity lies heavy and covers the earth
You'll never be nothing but a memory
because you meant everything to me.

Gifted from birth, abandonment
conceptually and in actuality
bestowed at once a curse which lasts infinitely.
With it she has learned to cope, to even grow
for that life without it she can never know.
The language of loss her native tongue
she'll push the world away and cry that it's gone.
The question being, is it really her fault?
As she implodes on the aftermath
of karmic justice served cold
she catatonically awaits some kind of change
subconsciously taking comfort in the usual pain,
yet this time she won't be running away
to set up shelter in another's healthy home
only in due time to set the place ablaze.
No, that was never what she wanted,
not the first time, especially now.
She wants a solid and forever place to go,
for once to know of that place called home,
a place of her own.
No defence for dishonor,
not seeking dismissal for discretions
maybe misery is her home, as she withers into truth.

Wading in a world of dreams
all my walls are falling,
breaking at the seams.
Before having the chance to even see
everything is changing
furthermore transforming
but it feels like everything is right
this is how it was meant to be.
Fighting the current is just as hopeless
as flowing with the stream
and thinking it will never end.
Eternity is infinity
held within a second
or a million
depending on what you think.

Challenged by the perfect encounter,
you occupy a trying side of my fragile mind.
What's better, a memory
or an opportunity
is left for the future to decide
as the reel of our time together repeats, fast forwards, and rewinds.