You were a balloon
Tethered to my hand
Floating above my head
And then one day the string moved
From my hand to my neck
And you floated all the same

Your radiance blinded my eyes
yet they didn't hurt.
Your words pierced my heart
yet I did not bleed.
Your fire set my soul ablaze
but I wasn't burned.
Your chains held me to the ground
but they made me soar higher.
This is the kind of love you give:
complex yet affable,
resilient yet comforting,
agonizing yet appealing.

Send me back to where I belong
Cut the wings you made of feather
I cannot live where I feel wrong
I’ll never stand this change of weather

Make me feel good once again
Let the aching leave my head
I feel the dribbling down my chin
While trying to sleep in my so-called bed.
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.
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I stand at the edge, not looking down but straight ahead.
I can feel the emptiness under the tips of my toes, I feel the shallow depth of my existence.
When you ask yourself why? what is your answer?
I think of love, I think of fate, I think of hate and responsibility.
Will I ever be what they are to her? Will she ever dance with me, sing with me, love with me the way she dreams of them?
Will I ever be her forever or does that only come to the lost and broken hearts?
She doesn't see me, she only sees herself, she thinks she is alone.
My emotion can not reach her.
I stand at the edge, not looking down but straight ahead.