Why do I let myself fall when there is no one waiting to catch me?
No one to soften the blow.
No one to tell me it’s okay to let go.
Why do I let myself get so caught up in a fantasy?
Pretending things might be okay.
Pretending I’ll be happy one day.
Why did I let him in?
Hoping he wouldn’t be the one to run.
When everything starts to come undone.