There was a time when i believed in falling for falling is the first step to trust and trust, i have lacked for the last few years because sheded tears caused my steel heart to rust for a while i was convinced there was a spark hidden under heaps of high expectations and hope past the overthinking, right next to quaint smiles and glances, and hidden under the wish that we’d finally elope but love isn’t built with empty promises nor is it molded with the lovley, “if only” because when you fall in love with the idea of someone falling turns to broken, the broken can’t mend, and your back to being desperate and lonely i wish being loved wasn’t so difficult but if it was easier no one would dare to fall because we’d rather be shattered from falling with faith than stay safe with nothing at all