Gravity is not my friend. It forgets from time to time To do its job and keep my two feet Planted firmly on the ground. I can’t seem to get around Invisible stumbling blocks, Tripping over my own two feet, Knocking into things just by Walking in a straight line.
Gravity is lazy, Wanting only to do the bare minimum. It makes my chest feel heavy when I lay down but if I close my eyes I feel my own untethered soul Float up into the ceiling And hide amongst the water pipes.
Sometimes, I think gravity gets scared When I wish myself into something Scattered brain and disconnected Disassociation, depersonalization, Derealization—these side effects on the bottle They’re all taunting gravity And gravity runs to hide, Knocking me off balance and Up the stairs and skinning my knees And sometimes I don’t even know I’m bleeding
But sometimes gravity fights back And my feet are stuck to the ground My limbs can’t seem to move, my Head feels like a hundred pounds My body aches until I lay down And sink into the carpet.
Sometimes I wonder if you feel it too If gravity and you are on the odds as well With all your liquid confidence And substances to keep you happy And your tales of falling down stairs— You fall down, I fall up. We bob together in a sea of regret And change and past and Present and future and lust And hate but most of all love Nursing our wounds through Self medication until a very fed up gravity Pushes us down, down down down.
Sometimes I think if gravity Were a little more benevolent We’d never have hit These bumps in the road. I could stay grounded, Feet planted firmly. You could stay buoyant Far above the surface.
But no, Gravity is a very fickle beast. And as you’re leading me Back to my room For one last goodnight kiss I trip