Falling in love Feels quite literally Like a fall.
Like you're stable And balanced, Then the ground You're standing on Is ripped right out From under your feet.
Traveling at a terrifying speed Directly to solid ground, You begin to ask yourself "Who will catch me?".
If you're lucky, You'll land in someones arms And walk with them Knowing that if the ground disappears again, Your fall will be broken By their embrace.
And if you're not lucky, Well I'm happy to report That your fall doesn't end With a splat And a ****** mess, Even though you may wish It did.
No, for those of us Who don't land in someone's arms.... Well, we don't land at all. Gravity keeps pulling But you never touch The ground. We keep falling, Racing through space To what should be, What we hope will be Our demise.
I keep falling, Fully aware that the person Who could break my fall Is not waiting for me To come plummeting into their arms. Who knows where they are.
It may take you a while But when you realize That no one is going to catch you, You might as well relax And enjoy the eternal Skydive.