It's terrifying.
To just toss yourself into unknown territory,
As one who's never loved before,
Matching up with someone who's played both sides of the game.
The heartbreaker, the heartbroken.
It's intimidating.
But you learn to jump.
And when you jump?
You fall.
But I must say the soaring rush of air,
And the constant pull of gravity,
Have been far more than pleasant since I jumped.
We may have left the parachutes on the plane,
But frankly that's no longer a concern to me.
Because I find comfort in knowing that if I hit the ground,
I'm hitting it with you by my side.
And to say I've grown confident would be a lie.
I still reel in absolute nervousness of playing the wrong card.
They thought it was hard dancing with two left feet,
Meanwhile I've been failing to dance with none at all,
The way I've ended up flat on the ground in love with you.
And to ask for a hand getting up would be foolish.
I'd much rather just lay here with you.
The impact might have been hard, but the fall was ever so sweet.