if you fall in love, remember that you are falling
and that the fall will not last forever.
you can just as easily fall out of love,
or wake up to someone who is no longer falling.

some people trip into love
accidentally stumbling into something bigger
than they expected and while the jolt was momentarily
unpleasant, they don't mind the fall.

there are a few who will count with you
but will not jump with you, no matter what they say
because they are too afraid and leave you
to fall on your own, to hit the ground already broken.

a select few hit the ground running
flipping mid-air, somersaulting
preparing themselves for the land and launching
themselves into the air once again, unafraid. daredevils.

there are those who look before they leap
to measure, calculate, check and double check
and leap once they feel safe and ready.
they are the ones who so rarely fall, but do so with all faith.

and then there are the ones who already fell
and went and hurt themselves
and will still leap into the abyss, free and bound
knowing that they will land paralyzed and will re-learn how to love.

if you fall in love, remember that you are falling
and that the fall will not last forever.
but also remember to enjoy the fall,
because like free falling, love is dangerous

but beautiful.

I walked, my feet on air and purposeful
the outlook, heavy rain, and I'd been misunderstood
tears stained my cheeks, I couldn't stop the flow
all seemed lost in argument, I didn't want to go.

So I walk, my mind buzzing with words unspoken
ringing in my ears, promises I thought were broken
everything unclear and totally confused
finding a solution, as my temper fumed.

Treading steps in darkness, not knowing where to go
fusing words together, and piecing what I know
a future ****** by actions in a fit of peak
searching through the remnants left me feeling weak.

I turned, and started walking back
feeling much calmer after searching through the facts
loving someone else much more than yourself
can be consequentially detrimental to your health.

My walk, the air cleared away the pain
my subsiding temper had dried up all the rain
losing what we'd worked for was a heavy price to pay
my therapeutic walk was designed to find my way.

I walked, my feet on air and purposeful
seeing much more clearly now, we both misunderstood
dried my tears realised that both of us were wrong
my footsteps quickened, as I knew where I belonged.

Three
people  in
this  void, all
will  be  annoyed,
one  is  in  the  dark,
two  hold  secrets  that
are  cold,  three  will  be  in
pieces,  one  wears  a
blind fold, two have
been cheating,
all    parties
have been
sold.