What goes up will always come down, they say
Either peacefully or violently
Freely falling or pushed off the ledge,
It falls.

I can go up so high,
Higher than the clouds,
Only to find you somewhere amidst the wispy air
I barrel back towards earth.

And here I sit as my numbing agent wears off
Broken from the impact of the crash
And all the boys and all the girls are laying next to their person
I sit alone.

To be without you is to be the girl at 3 in the morning,
Searching for snacks,
Throwing soda cans at the TV,
Sitting beside myself and wondering why everything has to be so **** tragic.

I hate you for what I’ve become.
I love you in the same breath.