I fall so hard each time
and wonder why there are scars
on my kneecaps

Back in the day
light as a feather meant so much more
than it does now

Light as a feather
but riddled with two little weights that
unapologetically hang from my shoulders

Light as a feather
but watching another fall just a little bit
faster into the small of your palm

Light as a feather
but stiff as a board

Watching your pupils dilate
the way I’ve been dying to