Up is like down
when you don’t realize
that you’re falling.
And I worry that
maybe your hands are too
tied up in mine
to feel the wind rush past them.
Love is my sometimes fear
because it claims everything
and explains so little.
I think you are falling,
but I wonder if maybe,
it’s not quite so passive.
Maybe you’re flying.
Maybe we both are.
Jul 12, 2014
Jul 12, 2014 at 10:24 AM UTC
Up is like down
when you don’t realize
that you’re falling.
And I worry that
maybe your hands are too
tied up in mine
to feel the wind rush past them.
Love is my sometimes fear
because it claims everything
and explains so little.
I think you are falling,
but I wonder if maybe,
it’s not quite so passive.
Maybe you’re flying.
Maybe we both are.
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