I chased the cliff
Just to stand on the edge of something that didn’t remind me of someone
I took the plunge
Just to feel the cold concrete wings sprout from my tired broken back
I closed my eyes and said they would surely hold me up this time
And for the last time, again
I knew I had lied to myself, again
Jul 15, 2025
Jul 15, 2025 at 4:31 AM UTC
I chased the cliff
Just to stand on the edge of something that didn’t remind me of someone
I took the plunge
Just to feel the cold concrete wings sprout from my tired broken back
I closed my eyes and said they would surely hold me up this time
And for the last time, again
I knew I had lied to myself, again
We all have things that we run from, until we find ourselves running towards them. This poem is about vices.