Here I am on this cliffside, hanging—
on the verge of falling,
on a threat.
Never expected this to happen.
But you’ve pushed
this fluidity
to its very
edge.
I’ve reached this cliff
that I never meant to climb.
I’ve liked you
a tad too much;
might’ve fallen for you
enough.
I jump.
I fall—
enough!
I rise.
🧗🏻♀️
Apr 20, 2025
Apr 20, 2025 at 3:05 PM UTC
Here I am on this cliffside, hanging—
on the verge of falling,
on a threat.
Never expected this to happen.
But you’ve pushed
this fluidity
to its very
edge.
I’ve reached this cliff
that I never meant to climb.
I’ve liked you
a tad too much;
might’ve fallen for you
enough.
I jump.
I fall—
enough!
I rise.
🧗🏻♀️
When did this feeling begin, and when will it end?
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© Ayisha R., 2025
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