And then I fell.
The taste of love's gravel
is bitter and hard
Mixed with the shards
Of my heart.
I have no recollection of when I fell
or when I landed on such hard reality.
I rather not know.
The fall has no words
to describe it.
It was quick
Like the click of a pen
Stabbing at a piece of paper
as you confess "L-O-V-E" with the ink
getting it all over your hands.
The flash of a camera
capturing the slight movement, movement
of your eyes shifting your gaze to his hands.
Like an on coming truck
Colliding with your advancements towards him
Scattering your emotions
leaving you dazed and afraid.
Like the last heartbeat your heart can muster
before it starts to flat-line
but to save yourself
your heart begins to beat for another.
I fell
But now it's time to get up.
The Fall is over.
Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 1:51 PM UTC
And then I fell.
The taste of love's gravel
is bitter and hard
Mixed with the shards
Of my heart.
I have no recollection of when I fell
or when I landed on such hard reality.
I rather not know.
The fall has no words
to describe it.
It was quick
Like the click of a pen
Stabbing at a piece of paper
as you confess "L-O-V-E" with the ink
getting it all over your hands.
The flash of a camera
capturing the slight movement, movement
of your eyes shifting your gaze to his hands.
Like an on coming truck
Colliding with your advancements towards him
Scattering your emotions
leaving you dazed and afraid.
Like the last heartbeat your heart can muster
before it starts to flat-line
but to save yourself
your heart begins to beat for another.
I fell
But now it's time to get up.
The Fall is over.
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