i sit at the
edge of the
cliff, thinking

pondering over
my mistakes of
thinking that you
were in love with
me.

wandering what
would happen if
i jumped.

what would you
do if you heard
that i had jumped.

how would you
react if you heard
that i had jumped.

would you even
care?

would you spend
a minute thinking
about why i had
jumped?

i stand at the
edge of the cliff,
gathering up all
the memories,
everything last
moment that
i had spent with
you.

i took everything
and let it flutter
away.

then
         i
            jumped