You pull me in

like gravity does

as I jump in the air.

Always trying to

get free from your

seemingly tight grip,

but never fully

succeeding as I

fall down towards

the trampoline of

your being.

As time wears on,

so does the frame of

what we have

and it starts

to break and

springs start to snap in

the strong frame

of what we once

called love.

You start to break

and wear and tear

and I don’t know if

I’ll be falling on

the few shreds

of what we have left,

or left to fall

on the ground

beat up and bruised,

cracked and broken.